Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers. I want to look at water and not towers. Some color to brighten my day. A place where the birds come to play.
I will walk to the end of the pier. I’ll gaze into the depths without fear. For I will only see fish swimming by. And not any monsters lurking nearby. Time will pass slowly and must be savored. Whoever comes this way will be favored. I think it’s only prudent and fair To share my secret with those who care.