ALMOND RAIN

On tender cloth of seed a paint of dusk
A very slow opening wide showing drupe
It’s golden grain in almond mouth of husk

In fruitful shade of tree farmer with troupe
A Shaker is ready for farmer’s harvest strut
For Techno land great thing in golden group

A timely wrench unscrewed mature all nut
A baby Over cradle hull like earl
It seems a kid coming out from hut

It is nice like a ship brought a new pearl
A very fairish is watching from split
In greenish veil came out a golden girl