Amber, when the rain falls down
I think of you and forget a frown.
And I know, deep down, that I can be a clown
While every little sadness quietly drowns.
My mind is fully rested even though
Its constantly trying to grow
As thoughts of you just seem to flow
And I see your face just glow.
All time goes by so slowly
Whenever you must be gone.
I wonder if its a similar story
In your mind as you see the dawn.
Amber Flowers;
pretty and not sour,
like the moon from a tall tower;
Her divine grace empowers.
