Monet in Black and White

A new leaf in its first flight

Monet in black and white

Hold me in your jealous favour

Just like you held his precious lilies tight

Comfortable this way

I used to be

Or though I used to be Pulling at the edges Tearing at the seams Under eucalyptus trees

I'm u inside your oculus

Watching baby birds bounce off the walls And I watch them fall

To the floor with a flick of your wrist

Now do your job, and beg my pardon Like some sheer top

I can see right through

Crush the leaves into pulp

The scent is stronger as the pitch pours out And what is this tone?

And where is my key?

Under eucalyptus trees