The smallest of noises I hear your bark,

Doppler a singular shrill calved

Amongst whispers this to you

For I hear your bark and reverb it to

Be chronicles of inner growth

As you creak all once shaken leaves host

 

Doted Doppler it wouldn’t have been

Doppler sung no while silence was winged so

What makes you suffer your soul this to you

See it come back hollow for they all have new

All left in pity past fear nobody who

Could have stayed intense attempt of redo