As the perennial river of time flows
cutting its way through silt and rock,
on you, this light of happiness glows
steady as the gentle swing of a hammock
on the beach having sand so loose.

The sun is up, your ship now in sight,
a tide of smile shall come your way
as you, once again douse this candlelight,
celebrating this beautiful day
you swim across to your future bright

rainy days are the best days
when you can sit inside
under a cover of blankets
and drift off to the sound
of rain pounding on the roof
the entire world wet
letting your eyes close
and fade away
to the sound of rain