song

In the garden of selective words, i plant my seeds of thought

Nurturing my mind, watch this thought train get caught

In a web of metaphors, where meanings intertwine

Crafting up these verses, like some fine-aged wine

From the roots of language, we rise and stand tall

With these rhymes as our branches, we're breaking down all the wall

My syllables and similes, they dance in the breeze

As the fog lifts off the forest, you'll find a Coobreeze

In the rhythm of this beat, where emotions stay aligned

These bold words they all unfold, like chapters of our own design