Crowns

Love now be a freeaiflowing legit answer
To a priceless question
Many have paid for just to get this far
She has a coin purse
Tosses pennies
Gets wishes on each
Metals aren't worth her weight
Pressed or laid straight
But be dirty brown like Nigerian soil
Her skin is that color, but her moniker be oil
I got too many things to worry about
And one is one worry too many
She reduces the stress
Putting strain on the disdain I have for loneliness
Walking by her spot, waiting for winds to rustle
Stirring up breezes, causing gale force fantasies
Rearranges strange dreams with destiny
Nature's got an answer for everything in
Questionnaire stares
As the sun glares on its disposition
Glancing at her copper casting
Like crumbs scattered for wrens
She's paying for uncommitted sins
So love knows where to begin in her inquiring mind
Hidden beneath her fastened, black roots
She smiles
Sits by the tree
And waits until the answer comes along the next jet stream to cross her soul