"Heliotropism"

I feed and swell
from new paths
non-elected
proper

I digest myself in the sun of the thicket of flavors
I wake up again

I let the ribbons stroke me
orange
gaining strength from everyone
brushes

I grow around my own
meager shores
adorned with cirrus coolness

I digest myself in my juices
aroma

from new paths
I am getting old slowly
I'm turning gray
though the face still craves the sun
only to him
I look

in the meteo sauce yourself
I oppose
I'm cutting myself to shreds
azure