There's no sign of dust,the leaves are lemon green.
A white bird came close to me,
and sang in my ears.
A dark bench in the park,
that rusted in the rain.
That water in the pool, shining,
making wrinkles, a duck that's swerving.
When the sun shone, the clouds insured,
the snow melted, silent n' slow.
A girl sat next to the pond,
thinking about her life.
Her tender lips, mellowed
her hair, they gently flowed.
Rhymes and songs,
that scenic view.
This place,
Where I have come,
Is it the one I wanted to?
Is it my wonderland?
am so much made,
for this place, I say.
This is the only,
My lovely way.
I love to be in this new world,
but that girl, I love her curls.
I thank you god,
for this utopia.
Now I have arrived, to this beautiful place.
It soothed my hysteria.
