Post by Sarah on Apr 4, 2003 7:12:39 GMT -5
The road curves,
As the grass bends,
A weary stranger rests his feet,
On a large gray boulder,
Along a wide pathway,
Decorated with fruits of all sorts,
Blowing in the wind,
Are the leaves from the nearby orchards.
The stranger thinks he has found complete happiness,
When all of a sudden the sky grows red,
And the birds melodic chirp slowly fades away,
The world becomes dark as the sun goes down,
And night has come and day is gone forever.
Sarah
As the grass bends,
A weary stranger rests his feet,
On a large gray boulder,
Along a wide pathway,
Decorated with fruits of all sorts,
Blowing in the wind,
Are the leaves from the nearby orchards.
The stranger thinks he has found complete happiness,
When all of a sudden the sky grows red,
And the birds melodic chirp slowly fades away,
The world becomes dark as the sun goes down,
And night has come and day is gone forever.
Sarah
