There is a line of beauty
Which should not be missed
It is as if ones duty
Is the nature of which is to be kissed
It is more than one could hope for
To find the pencil top
Among such a scattering of leaves
Yet with persistence, and lateral thinking
Also by taking an alternative perspective
The pencil top is found
Now back to that line of beauty
Just before the waters fall
It is as if ones duty
Is to be placed here waiting for the call
