The wine that lay within your veins,
That symbolises both loves and pains
The sky that soars through waters deep,
And teeters over mountains steep
The shade that means to drink, drink, drink,
And is the mossy stuff climbing up your sink
Orange skin, thats raised at day,
And melts into sunset, to fade away
The fire that lays upon the grave,
And the adventurous boardshorts upon pool wave
The beauty that pops up in spring,
In the form of bell, that never rings
The last stitch to the rainbows ribbon,
The colours that mould the world we live in