• The soft melody of the birds in the moring
    the calmest of the brezze
    the smell of freshly cut grass
    the sound of crashing waves
    in the nearby sea
    the taste of sugar puffs
    and fresh strawberries outta the frigde
    Doesn't matter what they said because luxury comes cheap

    The busy street below with the fumes of cars
    the forest in the distant slowly residing to the valley on the other side
    Street Children laughing at the nerd in the bin
    the distant an old man yelling

    The Walk to school on the cold morings
    the sound of the auttmn leaves crunching under
    the feet of people walking
    the school gates wide open to the busy road
    the chattering of teenagers talking to their peers