MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

First Rain of March

Sitting in a rocking chair while reading a book of old,
There's a sun hiding under the sea waiting to unfold ;
The sea breeze were touching my face while the pages flipping into different phase;
I'm outside the bungalow, inside the terrace.

Distant from the sandbar but the wind still has its way to reach,
The salty scent is calming even beside the beach;
I'm reading the 3rd part of chapter 3, and the world breathed on the trees;
The blue tiding up from the wet floor and I heard the symphony of the seas.

I glanced on my left and I thought everything's not right,
The day started calmly but now we're under the low burning light;
The fire got terrified and swam back on the abbys,
Just 5 of the morning and we claimed the other rendition of peace.

-Marxx Archer