I saw the sun set
and the birds fly south,
I sat on a rock
and killed the snake
which couldn't slide out.
With an ice cream cone in my hand
and a balloon that flew behind
I saw men march past,
looking to their left
holds knives in their right.
I had a broken look
of the mountain
that looked girly in pink
so much for its might,
I thought,
may be things aren't always
as unseemly,
as we think.