The wind flows, and the leaves dance. the grass waves, the clouds change.
Each day, a new.
No matter how hard the sentence, no matter how easy the talk.
Nothing saves, but everything heals.
Everything sings, but nothing helps.
It's a cruel action, but a sweet environment.
But one things stands, and does not walk, nor run.
It stands, and stands, and stands.
It's fur like locks of hair.
It's eyes, sparkles of stars.
It's voice, sweet and soft.
Do you know what it is.
It's your comfort, comfort of the place you call yours.

"My Teary Eye´s, Filled With Regret, Blood Dripping From My Hands, A ****** Knife, A Lifeless Body. I Am A Weapon Of Mass Destruction, Use Is Unknown, For I **** Under The Commands Of Only One. He Stands Above All Others. As He Looks Down Upon Me, With A Grin So Famous. His Scars Showing, Running Deep. The Smoke From His Cigar, Like Clouds On A Windy Day. My Mind, My Body, My Sight, My Movement, My Actions, My Sorrow, Belongs To One, And Only One. The Red Leader. ¨

Your humming to a beat,
One I do not know,
But I smile at this,
Seeing your cheery smile,
Makes my heart just pound,
I look at the clouds,
Floating by,
The smile on your face,
soon goes to a frown,
I sigh,
The blissful moment.
Gone already,
If only,
Music,
Had a heart.

Music So Soft,                                                
Ever So Soothing,
Calmly Floating,
The Strings,
Plucked Silently,
Leaves Swirling Around,
A Soft Voice,
Making Its Way Around,
The Soft Rustle,
Don’t Be Shy,
Pluck Them,
Hear The Vibrations,
It’s Smooth Surface,
Music So Soft.