Noughts and Crosses in the sky,

Hopscotch on the lake;

Musical status trees observe

the water muscle's shake.

Rhyming smells skip through the air,

sleeping blossom wakes;

Sounds of stillness resonate

like Bluebells' stomach ache.

The lemon custard frisbee smiles

as ‘Kiss Chase’ swans play dare.

The tissue paper landscape weeps.

I wish I’d been aware.