The tears from the heavens,. Falling from the sky like a million little presents,. Making music so beautiful as they hit the ground,. Part of a symphony so grand,. It can plod on for hours. But it is a an unpredictable song,. On an instance it took the form of a soft minuet,. Light, carefree and tinged with joy. Another time, it was a funeral march,.

I ask again, What have we done. What have we done? Our people are loving. We are the Chosen People. Have No Fear, I Read Shakespeare.

Why am i the coolest person. Who has ever livéd? For I can lift three five-ton. I can read a book backwards,. Even from right to left. But this is nothing compared to my leopards. Because they simply are not worthy of my coolness. The master and commander of the great.

We wait for a year,. Just to feel the sun on our skin. Their rules we cease to hear,. And all the girls check out the men. But just when we think it is at its peak,. The sun goes down as a party is thrown. We have every reason to speak. And our contentment is grown. Everyone lives in the moment. Where nothing really matters but the sun. No one has a comitment,. Unless it is to have fun. This season is at its end,.