Tap Water On Viola Strings

Behold a world from green to gold It's bold to assume It was foretold Little sprinkles in my coffee mug Maybe I'm a little smug but I'm snug Autumn's lullaby wraps me in a hug Viola strings on the floor Covered in tap water gore Nature's sweat one might fret Patchwork quits frayed I know guilt Another day with my cloud brother Floating lazily and lopsidedly crazily Predawn fog has my mind acting hazily From the window I behold A world from green to gold And my heart sings Of tap water on viola strings