As a brisk wind Flipped through my reflective diary An Autumn leaf materialized upset and traumatized Disturbed from its cocoon Crying "Save me" Save my soul Though I'm no more
Brisk: Every mornings are for walking brisk.. Don't freeze for the wagging tails.. You've got no loops for waddle.. For the day and time got its tickle.. Tie on the laces for a energetic form.. 'tis time is to run n' your blood to warm.. Be baited and teased by the way.. As being a distinct young one to say..