The rain
Plitter, plitter
plitter, plitter
The rain washes into my mouth
It is not dry anymore

The sunset blood red
Like the people who died in
HEAVEN
With the scarlet blood trailing
Behind them.

The fresh pine trees against
The moldy blood
what a sight a to see

The mountains stand tall and
STRONG
But the mountain caps
Look ready to crack
What a shame to the strong
Mountain.

I smell the rain
I smell the fresh mown lawn.

The park pealing
Like pealing skin
On your toes
The leaves cover it like
Socks

The tour guide
Blading away

But me
I am
L
O
O
K
I
N
G
for things that people don’t see