i like falling asleep to the sound of rain
or a crackling firei like waking to birds chirping
or a gentle voicei like traveling to places like rome
or são pauloi've been thinking
about all the things that i like
and i realized that there were quite a lotlike spring
and streamswind chimes
and lemonadeplanting herbs
and biking to the storei love a great many things
and a great many peoplethe old woman that smiled at me today
and the little girl who waved at me from across the streetsometimes all i see in life is the bad
and for once i'm seeing the good(maybe this is how dreamers live their lives: expectant, hopeful and reaching for the stars, seeing only the sun bright in the sky)
-rel