Preciperturbation? Not on your mother nature life. Drops are living tissues issued by the gray; should you pick some up your soul will twice renew. Sadness and the clouds are synonyms for naught, as greens are children whom by water they were taught. Put the sky to pass on earthy browner days and sun yellows deal a wasp to the arms and legs of May. Sprung from river veins, come back home to us.