For Olive and Tea

With vim that will suit for a cold Sunday night
We gather, their faces the source of good light

Pate down, hands busy to find Scrabble letters
I rive and I gather to make my thoughts better

Just questions, not bold to pronounce any answers
We hope to be prodigies, scholars, and dancers

One Olive of shaking and flame and aspire
One Tea of the rain and the quest (we conspire)

We will create more than the words that we'll gather
We'll carry the ponderances of all things that matter
This is the sum when the girls get together