4 acessos
Water from the clouds we seek fall at once to form the sea.
As we take Cover.
Birds are free, they fly a song.
A Symphony of something wrong. When I lost my Mother…
I can’t Feel the bottom! Uhh uhh oh no!
Rainfall! The Weather Patterns Change consistently upon us.
We should know… I wish we’d grow!
Pretty Flowers Showered on Lift their faces towards the sun.
A graceful setting!
Little Creatures dread the rain, A Flowers joy is an others pain.
But it seldom Matters
I can’t stay for long here! uhh uhh oh!
Follow the Rainbows To fool’s Gold and shadows,
but that won’t lead you to/your Peaceful meadows