It Is Night Late, I Should Sleep...

I am a tree with beautiful flowers of bloom, Google is a search engine… With I unlimited RAM, I am a work engine In my scheme of things, jucundity is at apex, wait... It is night late, I should sleep… Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep! On leaving mother land of effervescent glory, I did not know what is stored in doom? Hitherto, They cooked my goose in a sad story, Nonethess, They hooked me with cheese and bait! It is night late, I should sleep... Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep! In the world of cannibalistic crimes and cyber rhymes, I am metamorphosed into a loner in rabbit hole, a sullen lyric - loner is a mourner, sings the soul; Here, lies a man, no wonder he is dead in bed, sometimes! It is night late, I should sleep... Ruefully, I reconcile, repent and weep!