Sweet is the word I know

You were like a flower in the air

The grass was removed

I planted seeds

I prayed for rain

Bright sun came

The flowers are waiting 

They will return

When the rain comes again.

Try and there is rain

Trying rain

Opens the sky ways

To the part of favorites

Drenched in the rain

Parts of the beach washed on your face

Taking the liquid in 

Through wicked and dim

Some people lose their angels and swim

At the arctic with penguins

Like dreams happen with melting snow

I can hold them and I can let them go

It is always the best time here

As fate has this strange way

As fear fades

Fate smiles and makes miles

Have a look the view is fine.