Top Serenity I watch my child as she peers in. She doesn't touch, just looks with awe as mother bird warns from the tree. There is splendor in this place, the bay is still, smooth as glass. Painted fingers, vivid colors streaking sky and bay alike.
Boats lie quiet on the surface, sails are down, just silhouettes.
Artists try, but they can never capture fire from the sky. Top Rite Of Spring Sparkling water everywhere, it's on my lash and in my hair. To revel in this Rite of Spring, is truly a most wondrous thing. So when the weather will allow don't scold and wrinkle up your brow. My life's now free, I must enjoy, for I am just a little boy.