I am just a small being in this gigantic world.
The city lost in clouds so grandeur, the heavens bow down and protect from force majeure.
The critters lurking in the dark; sinister, omnious and evil.
What remains behind, has a story to tell.
The colors of nature, fascinate, enthrall and mesmerize!
In full bloom, they bestow and feed, and wither away.
These burning flames, bind an eternal bond
Them little rascals, frolicking around.
Windmill, Windmill on the land, let’s turn forever hand in hand.
On a high note, the senses of this one are, hmm.
Caged and void of any freedom, they still make people happy.
The bark of tree, tells aging tales.
A bird is three things: Feathers, flight and song.
The city of gold, has had it share of wars.
Watch the ashes burn away the pain.
The colors dance on the creatures that embrace the dawn.