You came like storms in a drought.

Perfectly wild.

I come from where the sky is always yellow and the fruits grow upside down.

Your soul in particular, like mangos, I steal a taste whenever I find time to browse.

Roots tell me you only get to love in pounds.

I weigh my heart and options on leaves and tip the scales tell nature I'm bound.

This city boy got a heart like wet grass.

Naturally I grow where the wind blows.

Naturally the wind keeps blowing.