frost on a hot day
I laugh and watch
I won't let me to be sway
I better rush
Grasses turn green
like a storm was never there
the winds haul and spin
dancing like before, there they were
the passage is dirtied
with grasses of death and birth
like lost love emptied'
over a canvas of blue and brown Earth
I walk by the falling leaves
time is still but the trees are waving
no wind around, waiting foe the leave of bees
the flowers are pretty, with their petals they are paving
I passed by
nothing seemed change
Even the wasp fly
The sun rays had already reached the range
