Sweet, sweet, sweety mint,
honey treat, brewing tea,
dropping pennies into sea,
      r
      i
         p 
          p
          l
            i
            n
             g, 
               ripply ripples 
               unwrinkle 
lemony leaves, 
how many giggles 
can these tickles 
make you wriggle 
                as we speak?

"Three," said the old pastor. 
"Two," said the spell caster.
"One," said the zen master.
"Shhh..." said the wind faster 
        t
      i
        c
          k
          l
            i
             n
            g, 
              tickly tickles
bring us together in a feast. 
	
  Oh dear, 
     you're beyond this mind
                                              w
                                               i
        of mine,                       n
                                               d
                                              y 
so much better to be free, 
than bounded to this tree,
                                              w
                                               i
                                                n
                                               d
                                              y
                                            .
                                          .
                                            .
                                              .
Signature Lina Ru