as green effects pandersize my thoughts,
i grow by the sun she give me,
the light that loves my creativity
that wishes it could duplicate hers
or even one lifetime over, shine like she does,
as crimson roses smile at her tickling,
they also stroke each other
and just when obsecure clouds brings us to our own world
and tears experience us
and she gets time to herself to relax,
we baffle for more,
sweat our own learnings from her to stick her head back in
from the clouds to bless us once more,
our celluar dreams multiple at her responses
and just when we learn that she is only part of the process
of how the sun
and the rain
and the clouds
and the cold
and the warmth helps us,
and they're too many to quote our growth,
we sing to her our thank you's for transforming positivity
into true OKPlayas,
so as the moonlight of others share our request,
we still know photosynthesis influences leaves marks of beauty
just as pleasurable as she is