Without form, myself
I offer you a hand. .
.
Your green is my prize,
And your brown my owe.
.
I ll paint you bright
And greener shall you grow. .
.
And I ll house those fish,
Which cheer and wonder at your fall,
.
The old leaves swim light,
Your ageing shoots
still stand tall.
.
For you lift Me up,
And keep me on your tips.
And I ll be with you
As I’ve been,
Since your existence
And till you go.
.
And from pollen and petals
To fruits and peels
And then you sow.
.
.
I have been
Your morning dew
.
And I am the one
Who makes you new.
.
So happy and nice
It makes you glow
.
If you’re with me
Just let me flow. !