CRY AGAIN!!

Before I could
Point an expression
For a chair ...

What little energy
Was left
At toil end

It got hold
The earthy squat

Sowed the seed
At the plinth, there

Now your term comes
To field a tree

So much wisdom
Lay buried
To get its sprout

You, the dwellers
Of city and statue

Dig a chance
Prowl the joy
In eternal spade

Feed it with sweat
And sweet smell of tanned skin

Crack the foot
In thy nectar ooze

Before I could
Regret my coming
In cry again!