The orange flame of the forest, is a tree.
And a reference, to my best friends,
Who are stout of heart, and of spirit free.
They jumped off a bridge today, tethered to a rope.
And swung out over a meandering river.
They are bananas, my friends.
Yet to my lost soul, they are a glorious ray of hope.
Bravery, is it the kindest word for stupidity?
Or are the external ears more than mere ornamentation?
Senescent leaves, in their fiery garb, fall gently
Dedicating themselves at the altar of our Lady, named not
Controlled by neurotransmitters, inhibitors and promoters
If all of my friends jump off of a bridge, and I don't follow,
Am I prudent, or sociopathic, (or Sherlock)?
Riddle us our daily life, (dear God,) and forget that we had one yesterday.