Eve’s story fell

For later leafs to bear

Consequence

Fore grace

Rekindled reason

To warm in words,

Stumping biblioclasm

As the true trespass

Against rewards

Rooted in illuminations

Reflecting both

Trees past and passed. ; )

“Now, sit for a sec, boopy Snoopy, and I’ll tell you the rules.”

“This is a city and it is teeming with too many fools.”

“Here, you may not zoom like a two-dimensioned hypercoaster—”

“Or else, you may just end up printed on a missing poster.”

“Also, automobiles are not gigantic squirrels with wheels;”

“They will squash you flatter than crowd-stampeded banana peels.”

“Finally, your bark [worth heeding] is way more fierce than your bite:”

“You want to avoid picking an urban hound for a dog fight.”

“So, good girl, let us get you leashed and collared for our explore.”

“Then, afterwards, we can both return home to freely adore.” ; )

When it feels like life ever throws a boondie at you each time you stop to enjoy the bloomies, pass on the fear, dear deer, and continue your tour of allure, albeit accompanied by instinct’s green-lit zig-zoomies. ; )

Others may ascend their hogbacks—leaving them grunting and sweating like pigs, but I will live like a groundhog—sheltering in cool coziness breathed by porthole views of sun-brushed leaves dancing upon breezing twigs. ; )

Below the pier’s godown, where sellers out-shelled greenbacks, would daily come up Shelly, who, effervesced with gaze awed to the above, ever bought into the bubbly ado of the terrestrial crew. ; )