I Appeal

Your garden is sulking and silent

buds of daisies drooped nascent

the moon too lingered gloomy grey

before clouds cleared him away


Likes not a winter night to be

in seizures of dewless greenery

prepared all day the jasmine bay

but they don't scent like yesterday


I appeal to you all be merrier please

you moon you flowers and you breeze

from wherever have you gone astray

make her dreams a dreamier way


So her morning smiles will narrate

her hardships are compensated great

come you all and let all colors spray

and have her bluenesses driven away.