Picture Prompt Poetry IV

We will make dreams, we will become good hymns.
That’s what’s the ground said with leather wood hymns.

I am lonely during the ground’s sad songs
at least that’s what they said, in rose hood hymns.

Three of my eyes will always look the same,
Eat the songs of the lips with fresh food hymns.

I am white, I am the dandelion,
Listen to me, listen to my mood hymns.

I may look elderly, ask of my sons.
They know how to sing, they know the rude hymns.

Ruddapoet