
Its still too early Indeed I have to make this face Or Il let them stay Those little hopping rocks Parading their multi coloured coats Tiny dreamers like Joseph Averring claims no one understands Those swift flying rocks Landing with ease each time Quick and elegant As if communing with the breeze- Their master Who carries their incoherent song As they rollick through the space While its still early Il make this face- To keep my heart ready to stand against Their charming bickers A uniform of elders and children Its past pleasing But I've planted the seeds Of regal trees Hence Il make this face In readiness to chase away My most loveliest adversary Photo by Luizclas on http://Pexels.com