Sail me past summer on coral-spun seas,
Scent me with harvest, on harvest-spun breeze;
Usher me crisp-leaved to autumnal days,
Wrap me in autumn with coral-crisp rays.
Coral is as coral does,
Coral may become what was,
‘Why’ is coral’s new ‘because’,
Come whatever may.
Coral thinks, so she must be,
Coral’s mind authentically
Wanders on a coral sea,
Philosophy at play.