On the summit a glaze of sun colored butter
Melts down into a cravasse of mashed potatoes
Green pea boulders bursting with vitamins
Delicately across the lake of beef just north of the toast
And to the south my hands lay folded
In a silent moment of appreciation
Outside the snow slides
Off the roof and onto the ground
Collecting on the summit, a sun colored sauce
Leaks down into a chasm of blue ice freezing
Now aqua-velva snowcones reflect a purple
Yellowness beneath my napping eyes
While a little heart beats next to me
This shine... this shine
