Bend Over

Bend over and watch the seasons change,
One fall swoop then a spring of pain!
Eyes peer out from two leggy trunks
Fooling around in such tearful fun.
And everything pains, a world upside down.
Where the dark pink sky does touch the ground.
I wait for the tree that will bring my doom.
The darkened wood that will touch the moon,
The silence in anticipation
Is somewhat natural interregation.
A crack of dawn, a large smack is heard.
as well as the sound of some distant birds.
The wood has made it's wrathful laughter
Both cheeks are red, before and after.
As if a lesson on personal sin
As if a reminder, so never again,
A world that's seen between to knees
Is such a sorrowful world indeed
Please note such things and seek such truth
Before you meet with discipline's roots.