Quiet sound of the rain.
Swirl aloud the wind
And the Birds sing in soothing unionism
And the Lion barked,
Like a mewing cat.
Where hast thou thought went to?
The brain seemed frozen;
Where hast thou?
Tip-toe, the toe walked,
Tick-tock, the clock ticked
And the pen bled to write
And the mind thought to think
And the thunder lightens to strike
And my thought seemed struck.
Where have I lost my dream?
I knew there was a flame,
But also a steam.
I shouldn't forget what seemed,
But Here I am,
My thought is slimmed.
