(As Yet) Untold Stories - Annabel

I’ll know when I try

If my experiment was contrived

With luck on my side

I’ll be awarded first prize in my next life

One part of me can’t decide whether to synchronize

Our actions or save that for another time

I might as well dance before I dine

Assigned a new story to write

In bold letters I’ll type:

«to be honest and innocent sure is divine»

but those without virtue do just fine

I know when the season is changing from autumn

When orchids turn in on themselves

A gardener knows how to preserve in the winter

But how many others can tell

I know when each season is over

I’ll need to adjust to the climate again

I know when each season is over

I’ll get used to it all over again