A pleasent breeze the sight of summer,
The whistling leaves an encroaching slumber,
How far has the tide come?
Can you hear the sound’s.
The bird’s and the crow’s flock away,
Also enjoying these sunny rays,
Crickets in the background a soothing sound,
Echoing deeply from the somber ground.
We lost the light its darker now,
The silence becon’s snuffing out the sound,
little beams of light rising from the ground,
Cold winds breed on a day like today,
The dreams about the past last each and every day
Creed's Poetry 