Juice for the brain, juice for the mind, juice for the spirit, juice for the body.
Whole leaves are scattered on the ground, leaving us to squelch upon its might, day is dawn and leaves decay, but when it rains, the leaves do stay.
We welcome the people who go and who stays in our houses; when we drink a cup of tea, we put the tea down the hatchet, ensuring it’s not too hot, as our brains may not cope with this rachet.
Following the rabbit into the fields of delight, we search endlessly to find our keys are in our pocket. Follow no more, but who knows more, than the rabbit we follow, it just went into its hole.