i dream of the moon
the stars
the sun
the night sky
at night i sit in the dark and cry
i enjoy the day
but never the less
the night will pay
i smile
heaps of joy and laughter
Sweaped into a pile
like leaves in autumn
seasons change
so do the clowds
and skies within range
in the winter
its cold
wet and damp
in the summer ride a skateboard
on a hill maybe a ramp
in spring the blossoms bloom
vibrant colours across vast land
it were already there but some planned
seasons are like people
they switch up
at times of the year
i trust no one neither shed a single tear
~H1
