Reid@YWP

When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating. 

I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one. 

Where the sun meets the land and the trees become shadow

A city of twilight is built from shining rays.

A beautiful motherland that stands tall in the sea

He gathers strength in the morning

For his wild parade by day

The masses sing in warning

So the Cold Things may hide away

When the rain clouds roll in,  

I don't need a jacket. 

I'll dance in the rain, 

be the first to see the 

rainbow come again. 

No one can predict 

Our country's future  

Various people watching and waiting  

Eager and scared for the outcome 

Listen to the soft pattern 

of rain drops falling onto the window pane 

creating streams of water 

that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill. 

Feel the softness of a blanket