The Air whistles
While the clouds blow
The Sun runs from end to end
While the Moon reins in close
We met while the flowers boast
While the sun ran long to make amends
For his Adsense during Winter's yearly show
All the Sundrops and Ladies of the valley in tow for her dismissal
It was only for a second on that day
I saw her face just at the peak of the show
In between Winter had stop playing and before the crowds emotion showed
When my eyes laid upon her's everything sprang something new
All the colors on her face and on everything from then on were so vibrant and full
It was as if I saw what color truly felt for the first time
On that day part of her soul must have also became part of mine
Now ever since that year I see the show just to be close
Never being able to tell her how I feel because my words would be her end
So in silence I smile and let my tears blow with the clouds
Because I will tell her when the air no longer whistles again.
