The bugs and flying things herd around this thing,
A sole lone solder built up of yearly wood rings...
Rippled water,
shimmering light...
The world becomes dark
The sky begins to spark...
Beautiful robin
Searching for his one true love...
The rays scream with radiant beauty,
shining down, lighting the dark community...
There's a place out there
That's like a Fantasy...
The sky.....
the sky is so high...
The sun shines bright its big and hot
When it goes down the moon comes out...
The camp fire burnt crisply in the swaying trees,
And she ran to and fro with arms wide open...
Sweeping green trees,
kissed by a clear sky...
Waves ripple upon sandy shores
Fishing poles drag the lakes floors...
Run my friends
Run fast...