The Wind By Amber Rose

I was walking home through the park one day

As the sun found my face so did the rain
The flowers blossoming from head to toe
I decide to sit here and take a rest

Thunder roars and lightning beam above the tree

When a young man turned in from a corner singing 
His voice danced inside my head while I watch

He rounds the corner his voice disappears

The frogs in the meadow began to cry

The sun had gone to bed where had time went

Flowers closed beside me they are dreaming

Dreaming of being as tall as the clouds

Pedals soft that soar in the summer wind

They dream of being the most vibrant plants

Attracting the biggest bees to spread joy

The grass dreams of thickness and dark green sprouts

Trees hope for strong branches for kids to play

Field mice running for food fast in their sleep

While birds spread their wings and soar through the night

Little bugs they catch will not dream tonight

I open my eyes and pass the meadow

Rounding the corner joining him in song

He looks at me and smiles as we walk home

Handing me a letter as we drift ways

I lay down on my bed and start to read

Sometimes it feels even when no one is there

Someone, something watching and listening

We think no one saw nor heard or was there

But I heard the flowers dream of blossoms

So grow little flower and fight for the bees