Miscellaneous Thoughts

Surrounded by tall trees I sit and write
About the fountain's walls and water white;
With flowing sound inspiring my delight
At forces working which I cannot fight.

The buildings which stand taller than the trees
Have often set my blood to slowly freezing;
But here I sit and listen to the breeze
And ask myself why buildings fail to please.

I know, because I feel it in my butt,
That ponds were made by which we all could rutt;
But men invented something called a slut
Whose nature from the sun her role has cut.