Crisp and flat, bright and radiant,
I want to pick you from your walls, see your underside,
Hear you ripped in two, crunch you, stomp on you,
Gather you, jump onto you, then blow you away.
Where did you come from, where will you be,
When tomorrow I find another leaf with no tree?
A mysterious and joyful artist has adorned many walls in Larnaca with this vibrant motif. Thank you for the colour and creativity.