I, CONVOLACEOUS

I BLOOM IN THE FIELD, ALONE-
I TOUCH THE SOUL OF ONE-
I SEE 360 DEGREES, ALONE-
I RETURN EACH YEAR FOR ONE-
I TASTE THE DROUGHT, ALONE-
I SHOW WHITE FUNNELS FOR ONE-
I HEAR THE BIRDS SING, ALONE-
I RELY ON THE FIDELITY OF ONE-
I FEEL THE RAIN DROPS, ALONE-
I SMELL SWEETLY TO ONE-
I, ALONE, REMEMBERED BY ONE-
I, VINY, THRIVE UNDER THE SUN.