You say love is this, love is that: Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, ****** and drip, ****** and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh! Love has not even visited this country.
We are on this Colossal crystal ball Holds secrets Of this universe Its origin unknown Maybe it Carried life forms From all planets Multiple universes A microscopic replica Of the macroscopic universe Secret origins Our minds unable to investigate Visions not perceptive Lacks the depth Cannot read from the crystal ball History is concealed At its core Forces which created this Was aware not to reveal much The crystal ball narrates In its mystical waves Only for the select few In harmony, can decipher The mystery of the crystal ball Life will continue