I went outside,
I sat there and cried...
You can hear the water,
As it closes in on you...
Strawberry Rain...
I cannot help but ask
Why the sun comes out each morning...
Emerald scythes dance amorously
in the cold moonlit night...
Roses wind around barbed wire,
shrieking, yearning to escape...
Tumbled from a cloud
rolled over and over...
I sit on my porch and look at the sky,
I see the simmering dots that float there...
Fire, fire
Take my soul...
Welcomed and opened to this wondrous world
To live a life full of spirit...
It's not my best so go read one of my other ones...
It's warm with white clouds and a blue sky...
The sun shines so bright
Giving out all its light...