STOP A BEAT, GIVE ME LOVE
As it stands blossoming
Brook as it is.
For its virtue be lissome
Whilst snakes slither and hiss
Its fragrant aroma extols
Beneath the periwig
Dry season whispers cogently
Chasing the flowers from its twig Here I am in the field
Of coppice woods
My love for him yields
Nothing than goods
With a triv