Red-crested turaco

And I love you...

All seasons long,

turbulent

currents

of a waterfall.

A steady rock,

laminar

flow

of molten rods.

I pull away

your strings.

Let them

summer

to my warm

kiss.

I spring

into

your ore.

Till

we pure

winter

of its

frost.

We caw

to the rising

fall,

yours is

sweeter

and soft.

ooooooooooooorrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee! Huh!