Without You.
The coconut-trees,
bending in the breeze,
whisper;
“yes please, yes please…”
Purple, pink and blue,
I don’t know what to do,
without you…
The sand upon the shore,
the sea’s hushed roar,
whisper;
“give more, take more…”
Purple, red and green,
baby, life’s so mean,
without you…
The red sun on the skyline,
the pink clouds, rose fine,
whisper;
“drink my cherry wine…”
JP Brown – 03/03/2008.
