Wait for the burgeoning Brunfelsia

Maybe purple, violet or pallid

Hope for the unlikely whippersnapper

Maybe in clover, niminy-piminy or bloodless

The grass greener on the other side

The green-eyed end at tug o’ war,

turns thirsty, hungry for the other side

The stars brighter in the other sky

The sky vaster to the other eye

The eye on the nose of tomorrow’s kind

Klay World: Grenade Gregory (via KnoxsKorner1)

LMAO!