I sat down on the counter
And stared upon the foliages
Undulating their strands
Together with the assertive but placid waft
I looked back on my blots
Of bygones and chronicles
And made a realization
That little by little
I was able to rationalized without discerning.

I wiped my hands
On the tree’s arduous pelt behind me
And scratched the first layer of my palm’s skin
But it doesn’t matter since it doesn’t throb
I stood up and decided to dine on something
So I went on a refectory
And ordered a cup of tea
I sip then astonishingly smirked
For discovering that drinks like these taste’s delectable.