It was like 2 imposed onto 3
The blue, the green, the brown, the tree
The yellow comes tumbling down
And finds holes in the canopy
The brown snaked through the green
Which before the bipeds was previously unseen
Wandering edges defined by time
And the shuffle of dreamers in between
The green held itself aloft from the blue
Though periodically it’s been known to fall through
Together they dance away in a babbling song
Only to later begin again anew