Drip...Drip...Drip
The water drips off the
PLANT
Crick...Crick...Crick
Is the sound of the crawling

I walk out to my front yard and see
What wonderful weather there is to be?
Not too hot to be a summer day
Not too cold for the wind to blow me away.
How nice it is to walk outside
A beautiful day to fly a kite.
The smell of fresh cut grass
Sometimes doesn’t seem to last.
Time flies by way too fast
To make me realize how life’s a blast.

This life is to tough,
The struggle to live is to rough.
Dont believe in fairtales or love,
When people get close I tend to shove.
Can't handle the hurt,
Dont want to be a flirt.

I live just to die,
All I do is listen to lies.
No one will hear my painful cry,
This is my final good-bye.
The voice of a person is what saved me,
It belongs to the man of my dreams.

In the fullness of the evening, as the light begins to fade.
My senses are ignited, by the pageantry displayed.
Alerted by me presence, with an urgent need to flee,

The haze of the sun, the shadow of the moon,
my thoughts begin to drift away with some long remembered tune. The beat begins to pound away through the fog that fills my mind,

Lightning flashes in the distance, but the thunder sounds so near.
with strong wind all around me the rain drops wet my hair.
The sky is filled with darkness, there is no sun today.

I've loved to go and walk in the woods over all my living years.
To see the grass blow, and hear the birds sing is sweet music to my ears.

Lightened Astonishment
Looming in the distance dark clouds begin to show,
a fierce and faceless menace withing begins to grow.
Obscured by opaque clouds, countless flashing lights,

The trees breath frozen sceanes, into our eyes where they dream alive, to reflect the beauty this world's comprised
Trips run wild, feathers and smiles, a listless cable car stings the child.