all the willow trees, i lye beneath,every sound, every leaf,every piece of music becomes one.
through tinted glasses i watch and stare,at all the leaves that fall through my hair,
i am one with nature, in a city, global warming, what a pity.
27 degrees in the fall, i thought to myself 'well this is cool!'
i smile as my eyes see vivid colours, as i sway from side to side,
listening to psychadelic rythmns, 'well enjoying this ride'.
my soul becomes the beat, like the drum i'n' bass,
i become adventurous, like a pixie out of it's case.
