Times

The air was filled all with the touch of forever flowness of peace and prosperity.

The ever glow was as bright as the ocean site.

Tender was the atmosphere and so were my thoughts.

I went to the window, look out and I ought to enjoy the sunshine.

So I'm writing this rhyme, and I hold dear to my heart.

Because soon the day will soon, as  depart.

 What a beautiful ,beginning, with clear crystal, clouds as I looked to the ceiling,

 A baby  blue,  like brand new, that's something special in side.

And I can see the fire in your eyes, burning in passion like a lighten bolt reaction.

Them it starting to rain,

And them I started feeling pain.

Things was  changing.

But the joys are still remaining

She reaches, to the peaks, where the mountains do speak,

But they will be removed away in this land of which stills stands.

The shift in the atmosphere had most demolish away.

There I lay on my cover.