The Earth Poem by Ornithopetra priamus

Thither is a lodging they reckon earth,
Whence humans art opportune and colors flare.
Flowers art yellow, trees green,
Butterflies feast upon the merry orchids.
But then thou wot thither is not such lodging,
And souls art dark and affection is rare.
But thou, who is reading tis, wot yond,
To give love, is to set the world free.
Remember dear, the nights art long,
And the beasts feed upon love.
Tis yellow thing, this pretty thing, I offer thee,
May you laugh and be ever merry.