In the dead night of dawn The creek flows. A blue streak Swallows the valley. Murmur secrets to the stones
The water tide swayed. Each wave of memories Each single splash to the stones. As the moon would kiss upon the skin It shall paint the coldness upon the skin.
Every child would want to have a toy The glee on their faces. It's like a treat for them The thrill of playing with a new toy. Its like their on cloud nine
The happiness shown on their face. Their faces are priceless The delight of playing. The buzz on the sunlight reflects off the toy It’s like an enjoyment to see their smiles.
Feels like it hasn't rained in weeks But there was A spritzing just now Lasted but a few minutes All the clouds would allow So there is that fragrance That's hard to describe Wet dust Doesn't quite cover it But it makes me feel alive. It makes you remember.