As I was walking down the road
I could smeel the sweet grass: freshly mowed
I saw the sun setting in the distance
The blood-red glow seemed proof of its resistance
The colors: red, orange, yellow, and gold
All melted away so that night could unfold
I felt the air collin all around me
And saw the lightening bugs in front of the tree
I could hear the water running down the creek
past the quiant house that was so antique
The glowing light from its windows
Beckoned me forward from the shadows
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
As I was walking down the road
I could smeel the sweet grass: freshly mowed
I saw the sun setting in the distance
The blood-red glow seemed proof of its resistance
The colors: red, orange, yellow, and gold
All melted away so that night could unfold
I felt the air collin all around me
And saw the lightening bugs in front of the tree
I could hear the water running down the creek
past the quiant house that was so antique
The glowing light from its windows
Beckoned me forward from the shadows