Hum - {original poem}

The best goes unnoticed
isn't it always the throw of things?
Seasons of fade and thoughts
have perplexed their time upon you so.

Wait a little on old lines
the lingered ones sting
let them sink a little deeper
into your thick grainI've had enough to know
great things are simple when done
it's in the colours and shades of retelling
where they get their hum.