now that it smiled in

The banal bushes and thick thickets

laid drenched, and drooped with dews of darkness,

and shadowy shadows that rather lurked lifeless

posed as live memories, as the shrubberies

coiled shivering in coldness and smog of loneliness

and bore taut living worries.

And their flowers failed wretchedly to flower

as their fragrance failed to flare their prowess

being fragmented in the dews of darkness.

Then this slick bright light smiled in

and beamed real life into the dews of dimness

and the shadows sloughed their lifelessness:

and the memories became real living memories

in the bushes and the thickets of supple worries.

And reflecting smiles replaced the cold shivers

and sprung the an unpleasant coiled flowers

which were before this slick bright light smiled in.

The flowers fragranced and flowered

and banal bushes and thick thickets got powered

and they emitted luminous smiles of brightness

and they sang shining songs of thankfulness

The banality of the banal bushes is now brightness

the thickness of the thick thickets is now slickness

now that this slick bright light smiled in.