You Own My Dream Poem by Manonton Dalan

Persimmon fruits adorn branches
christmas trinkets in early july
some drop to softness of grass
faded color waiting for squirrel
forsaken by wandering lips of man
my eyes dare look what has become

i look up to see bright clouds pass
there are holes in fences to be fix
trees are constantly shading leaves
raven is always there at very top
watching, waiting for food to pop
don't worry in me you always show up