DaVinci and the Fruit Suit

Tell of the time

Tell of the rhyme

Tell of the fruit

That you made

Of a suit

Tell all the peoples

His angels in steeples

Were anyway here

And ever so near

In the hills

In the trills

In the music of life

In the oceans

The motions

The twinkle of night

Tell of the time

Tell of the rhyme

Remember the gift

And treasure the lift

Nature and her Interface

Where peaceful space

We do defend

And ever mend

The mistaken

And forsaken

Life.