Something

Little butterfies orange with yellow dots
Sun in the corner of my eye, making little black spots
Tall pine trees reflect a perfect green
And I
I sit with time to think, just rocking

The children running down the street
Just some puddle splat kids
Playing and laughing
How joyous it is

Youth

I just melt away here in the setting sun
No-one holding my hand
And its ok
The storm has passed

Purple and blue are kissing the sky
I am but a grain watching it in my eye
Wanting to touch it
Broken wing, can't fly

But I can sit and think about love
And I can sit and wish
Wish and dream
On with the passing sun
Wanting nothing but something