none
the number one
tree

the wise frog
who wore terry cloth
framed his tranquil eye
on a red piece of apple bread
and his will became his bicycle

there was a sunset
there was a oven
there was a tear
and the fire from it
fell within

one is none
the selfless frog
jumped to the front
and idealism
like liquid wind
came through
the see through

the frog
fell off the deep end
for the apple
wasnt his

and the oven in the sky
poured purple oil
and one became one

where the frog is
i do not know
yet it is my hearts content
to find out

Great Write Jimz!

homie

WOW

jim