Flowery Noontide
Feels well, a flowery noontide
And tell a tale of springtime
Someone will call, hungry to spite me
Absent from luck and blame so slightly
In sight, the tale goes hiding
Reveal a bite, skin tightening
Soon gone the thought, am I distracted
Please cover up, our lies are abandoned
So sad, but yet so rightly
We took the tale so lightly
Snows are so far, and lost stars lightening
To enter scorned and tramples tightening