Sit back and smell the gum leaves

Sit back and smell the gum leaves,

That’s what he used to say,

On those days where the raindrops,

Never seemed to go away.

The rows of rosemary, the trees full of sap,

The disarray as we go back to the city, and hear the dripping tap,

The cars engines, showing off its loud boom,

The cry of the babies, abandoned by poverty stricken sweepers of brooms.

The sky cleared up, so did the land,

Leaving it like a hand after winter, cracked, dry, bland,

All I want is a day, where the rain never seems to go away,

All I want is the gum leaves, with a smell that stays,

All I ask is to sit back and smell the gum leaves,

Is that too much to ask?