A map point grown in holidays Affections, yard space, drawings pinned Inks they choose at intervals In options for which people mix For carved out bark where pieces flow Number prints reflecting months People are consistent It takes a bit of time You open up the sticks and logs against you With those fenced into upper squares The same set laid out on the ground Lanterns hung in bending trails It could be feet deep in the mud And spring up in five other forms Or turn out just some random draw People are consistent It takes a bit of time You open up the sticks and logs against you People are consistent You open up the sticks and logs that grow around and on you