Crisp maple leaves from the tree
Blown around in the wind, set free.
Little droplets of rain in blue
Fall from the cloudy sky in a queue.
WIth ocean and sand, two worlds converge
And by the moon's word diverge.
Blown around in the wind, set free.
Little droplets of rain in blue
Fall from the cloudy sky in a queue.
WIth ocean and sand, two worlds converge
And by the moon's word diverge.