She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.

She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.

She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.

Get everything in it's place before it's too late
Get everything worked out in the present to pave a way for better future
Either ways it's only the present that you have always got with you to make everything happen in the way that you want.

They cut down trees to build major cities,
to pave new roads.
What happens to the people?
They cut down trees in our hearts,
pave roads for themselves.
They build cities with their names in lights.
But what happens when they leave?
The cities become abandoned,
the lights begin to flicker.
They've permanently built a city in your heart,
making your blood pump thicker.
People come and go,
but the ones you truly remember,
are those whose lights still flicker,
even after they've been gone forever.