Above our heads, snowly slowly floated to the ground
Pitter patter like creamy batter it sat with a sticky sound
Through the day I'd stand and gaze at this gift
Soaking the silence like a Zeppelin riff
Pound by pound the snow would come with not a bound
Journeying far to its brethren fellows all around

Acting as a caterpillar
Snowly would float like a distiller
Evolving from a great fractalized city
Till it landed and became but one bitty witty
Snowly may not be the greatest thriller
Though it's clear it is the chillest painkiller

On an early morning wake
Steam would stream from the mountainside river
Its cavernous tunnels perched
Bellowing a curious roar as if to only show a sliver from the pore

A many time I walked the sea
A river so wide
So pure and shied to brew the richest tea
It stemmed like vines, boundlessly high across the mountainside
So grand the mount stood that a pan left a thousand questions to whom we may be

Woosh the waters raced
On and on
Blind to the banks if once faced
and will soon be

Tokyo Lights
Her vibrant Majesty
Everywhere we look
We see Tokyo Lights
A colored sea
of moss green,
Reds as red as leaves can be
But no nature sits in sights
That's alright with me
Her majesty
She's so bright
And lives so free

Tokyo Lights
I've never seen
But yet I marvel at them
Like a ****** fiend
Oh all the sights I'd see
Maybe rivaling those of Italy
But not by far
Both are so free
It's just a spar with her majesty