Petrichor is the lovely earth smell
From a new rain on a pot of plant.
Chor is Indian thief , Petri a stone.
I am verily petrified by new word.
I have seen the thief of entire hill
Chipping a hill off stone by stone.
Hills are unmade as home stones,
Their body pieces graveling roads.
In new functions the hills hold up
Our smoking trains from falling.
Earth smells less lovely from rain
When we are a thief of entire hill.