Laurel Leaves

Here are the fabled laurel leaves
A smile, when it’s fading –
Golden in the threadbare past
While you constructed little ditties
They knocked together temples of stone
But now their smoldering glow is fading
And while nothing is inside upside-down
You find yourself in all alone
In the leaves there’s higher power
In the leaves there’s higher life
And above the godly tower
You’ll dance a peasant’s dance of life