crickets chirpin’neath my bed

raindrops droppin’ on the corn

coaxin’ dreams to fill my head

a few years after I was born

branches scratchin’gainst the window

wind rustlin’ through the leaves

river driftin’ steadily in a flow

sun rays stealin’ the night like thieves

a new king, a new kingdom

mornin’ greeted by chirpin’ birds

dewdrops glistenin’ in the sunlight

breathtakin’ . . .

I’ve run out of words