I swim like a rock
Right to the bottom...

That's the thing about thoughts
they can be bad or good...

A penny for your thoughts
A dime for your fantasize...

Yes you and me plus
Both of our two hearts...

We go way back together
Every since the first grade...

They are see through
They get to the point...

If I was a snowflake
I'd have my own season...

With the poems I write
The thoughts I choose...

Since technology is frowned upon
There's no computers or laptops...

Today I went to pay my regards
And to show a little respect...

I can takes a pen and paper,
I can fill it full of words...

Her petals glisten with morning dew
It's such a fine sight to see...