I'am sitting on the floor in my room,
Through the right pain I see a gloomy green tree
Maybe when the wind stops I'll look back at the
Looking through the half open blinds,
I look out the left pane of the window and see
A large pink, gold, and white cloud pilaring into the May sky.
Being sheered by a cold wind
That is unmeasurably scared and
Screaming silently with it's infant leaves.
Towering Golden Treasure.
But it's been cold and windy the last few days,
When will I be able to look back at the cloud?
by absentmuse