T'z
Tortuses and trees, and anything that starts with tees, they were meant to sit to enjoy the breeze.
Years of age, bacteriophage, to lie and graze in the sunny days.
It pays the wage to phase the mage in the ways of the page when one lays in the cage of the sage.
To take a lake and seek a fake, to tempt a fate, to fall and break.
To peak for sake of another ache, to rack the rake and leap in lake, to leak the cake from out the bake, and take what brims tomorrow.