• The sun goes down,
    the colors twist.
    My problems are now shrouded,
    in a cool clear mist.

    I see a smiling face,
    up within night.
    It looked beautiful,
    at that glorious height.

    Once they called it cheese,
    then they say its not.
    They didn't care,
    they just fought.

    Soon one person said,
    "It seems to lay,"
    as he talked they stared,
    "the babies way."