Outside, the frogs are singing in their own little verse
There is a peacefulness I have not heard
I am not happy, I am not sad
I am stuck in the middle
Sometimes that is bad.
The angel is asking for something she missed
A song, a rhythm, a moment of bliss.
I cannot tell her, what she wants to hear, I just understand there is nothing to fear.
This taste is so foreign, I just cannot guess
Random in flavor, Hypothetically messed
Acerb is the only word it could be to describe this flavor of tea.
Much Love 💜 Much Life