Lemons plundered the delicate orchard aroma
As bees buried themselves in the flower trumpets
While the currawongs larked-high scythe-eyed
For any tasty morsel when they would dive-swoop
Sunrise here fire-dwarfed the entire mosaic-sky
Moon peeped around the sunset map-backed
While clouds-groped the vast spacious beauty
All people learnt to layback, respect each other
And commune with their environment wildly
Devices desserted for life’s monumental appetite

dVerse, Laura urged us to “Love the Words” in a Dylan Thomas style!
that is not a spelling error but a play on words