It paints the blues in black
And the yellows meet the white
Watches the Banyan weep its age
And the ants get beaten down.
In his corner, the old man shivers
His possesions a shade darker
As his mood, wet and grumpy
While the rain falls un-noticing.
No lark cries out today
As the curtains come down heavy
The downpour making all things fade
While the lonely petal falls...
