1. BUTTONS
The colossal deodar tree was embossed with infinite buttons of parrot green,
which swayed frivolously with ravishing currents of enigmatic breeze.
The sky was flooded with buttons of flocculent white,
Dispersed into cocoons of rain yielding humid gas.
The contemporary pistol was embedded with a fleet of compact lead buttons,
Capable of annihilating palpable entities to lifeless souls.
Palatial waters of the emerald ocean were abundant with hordes of fish,
Which swam with acrobatic ease in swirling waters; under the nocturnal moon.
The sizzling agglomerate of continental soup was resplendent with buttons of tubular
mushroom,
Which disintegrated into sumptuous splinters when savored by a cluster of teeth.
Pellucid glass of the time piece; incorporated slender buttons of metal,
Which arduously circulated in clockwise journeys throughout decades of survival.
Succulent pulp of the watermelon; held captive a plethora of brown buttons,
Which had sour juice trapped in deep recesses of soft kernel.
The driving wheel of scintillating automobile; possessed a conspicuously protuberant
button,
Producing discordant sounds when compressed to supreme angularity.
Mammoth jerry cans of cow milk; consisted of tangible buttons of salubrious cream,
Which reinvigorated dreary mechanisms of the body with unprecedented energy.
The magnanimous jaw of alligator was juxtaposed with an army of acerbic button,
Ready to ferociously strip bountiful flesh from strong bone.
Silver sands of the sea shore were emollient with surplus fillings of mystical buttons,
Which shone brilliantly in the midday Sun; nestled in tranquil under a cameo of stars.
And visual apparatus of my eye was blessed with translucent buttons of vision,
Which envisaged her love in the day; inevitably sighting her on every piece of land,
Sleeping in contentment with her fragrance pilfering my thought flow for the
ruthless night.
