My, my, my, my, my - MYYYYY Serissa! (An unlikely attraction)
Take a good look at my serissa
It's the only one I got . . .
It's not much of a bonsai
But I never seem to get a lot . . .
Or, for those more steeped in old show tunes:
Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly,
I gotta love my tree 'til I die.
Can't help lovin' this tree of mine.
Maybe its ugly, maybe won't grow,
Maybe I'm crazy, well, maybe I know.
But I can't help lovin' this tree of mine.
I certainly plan to refine the image over time, but it is disconcerting how much I like this tree even in its current state.
Can't figure out why.
Certainly wouldn't put up with this kind of nonsense from any other variety of tree. Oh well, love is blind!
Black pines come, black pines go.
An hour of pomp and show. We know
Black pines come. Ah, but over the sands,
The silent sands of time, they go.
Wise men come, ever promising
The world class trees to know.
Wise men come, ah, but over the sands,
The silent sands of time, they go . . .
Lovers come, lovers go,
And all that there is to know, lovers know,
Only lovers know.
I'll up my meds tonight, and go to bed now.