A Nonsensical Ryme

The ground beneath me melts away.
Into the night of loving day.
I feel its warmth in no shade of gray.

It fills me
Revives me
Like a tall glass of tea


There is no other
There is no brother
Not even a mother

I only ask
For one more task
To paint a mask

I like to smile
Like a bright tile
While walking a mile


I know this makes no sense, but sometimes the only thing we need is a little bit of randomness in our life. So be a goof and spread the joy.