In Deep

As the roses petals blossoms leaves are falling leaving seemingly the purple sight from day to night gold as it appears rivers flowing over the arisen of the sun loves has begun the end seems endless breezes are flowing glowing not knowing in the deep end the waives running wild oh, my Child unbelievable journey as the rides are long miles time after time viewing through a blurry scene branches are grown a turning point in the roads the valleys come short a story untold.