Outwards Crying

The Greens lie where, they were planted and so it goes

Deeply routed, beneath the ply boards a harvest fly

I'm leaving this town for a minute leaving all I've found

I'm leaving this town for a second or even just a day

Shrunken beneath the Silver lining, fervent drool

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, spiralling

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, fade away

Fern umbrellas, that hold their heads, bright green eyes

They may one day be an ochre shade of a butterfly

I'm leaving this town for a minute leaving all I've found

I'm leaving this town for a second or even just a day

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, spiralling

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, fade away

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, spiralling

Outwards Crying, slowly dying, fade away