And so….
The law engraved on every dawn,
And like a pawn on a mown lawn;
Wrought down by what not,

Being grown requires no moan.
It’s the saw or the paw, just not the pawpaw.
In the midst of thorns and being torn,
The town demands a crown; to dow.

Talk of imaginery tows,(effort)
Archaic bows,(warfare)
Fatty cows.(nourishment)

No matter how slow, that’s how you glow.
Or what do you know? Why not soar?
~Daabris