I twist and
a rainbow of dewdrops falls and spatters,
painting the ground with a drip-drip.
My foliage is a good green -
kaleidoscopic, psychotropic.
With a subtle motion
I satisfy an itch, and
the resulting flash-of-colour-flood
leaves a couple of dull worlds below
filled with satisying screams,
but instead of words,
bubbles of pink and and yellow and orange
float up to pop on my ears.
