Words for the buttercups

I was feeling too sad for words
So I went out to feed garden birds.
I slipped on some moss,
And thought  “That’s because
 The world is   dramatically absurd.”

So clearly the words had not gone.
They just needed an event to hang on.
 As I lay on  the ground
I heard  more birdsong.
The moral is, life ‘s not a con.

Words are insufficient to contain
The lovely vision of our April terrain.
The colours and shades
And the  sunlight that fades..
I don’t know  if I can explain.

An image made from music and sound
May give better coverage all round.
A vision in colour
Makes me feel mellow.
I should stay liking flat on the ground!

.

Riemann was a German geometer.
No-one else understood weird shapes better.
He found parallel lines met,
It felt strangely illicit.
But his wife did not let such work fret her.

I’m assuming he had his own wife.
And hope he had no matrimonial strife
They entertained mathematicians
Who took up different positions
 To illustrate the new  geometry  of life.