# Cellared  Stripped of shade and care Forgotten fruit ripened Fell from the vine Dead stipulations, expectations Dreams crushed Fermented to wine Seasons come and go Flowers bud and bloom … a new harvest Sweetly devoured by an insatiable hunger of two  Then comes the drought Too much, too little Fruit browns to rust Ole Bacchus calls ... Cellared beneath a blanket of dust Open the cask; still alive; let it breathe I wish you happy; I wish you well Lips part, taste … wish you with me  # The Maple's Sanguine Lament  Lamented the maple upon an autumnal zephyr Don’t just stand there. Help me! Help me! All the blood has rushed to my leaves Can’t you see; look, I’m flashing bright carmine Soon enough, I’ll have dropped all my sanguine The evergreen shook its verdant boughs in disapproval You complain, complain and bellow So what; you’re puce, the oak yellow Oh my, Red, but you are the drama queen All I ever get to wear is dark green  The maple inflated its foliage upon the next gust You’re missing the point, needled one Call them flame, russet, rubicund Once they fall; the wind’s had its evil fun To lasting death, and for good, I’ll succumb The evergreen chortled with a growing northern Look here. You’ll take not your last breath To sleep you’ll fall, not to your death Shed every last sheaf of bright vermillion It’s to bed for you, clad in white woollen The evergreen stilled then, gave the softest of whisper To sweet dreams, not the hereafter You’ll rise with the rain’s pitter-patter Oui, mon arbre, you will last out the polar Awaken with spring, to bloom and to flower  # The Whim of the Wind 

a city seed, sets sail bonne chance soil or sewer at the whim of the wind