CURLICUE

Birds,rivulets,sally of breeze,
no selvage inhibits them,
brim is for the populace,
Reckon,what have You and I,
reaped by being wight?

If we were both gratis,
we would sail in this azure sky,
widening our wings,
The plenary earth would be ours,
ours would be all ken,
In the heavens we would flit,
taking all the ardor in our zest.

If I were a brook,and you were
a gust of wind,then what would happen?
When a gust of wind touches ,
the body of a rill,
waves,waves are made
If we would elucidate,then something
like that would happen.
Everyone says these causatum,
wherever they go,
none looms up
against them.