The dream of pure hearts...

When the rain keeps sweating to the dry earth it splushes and splashes making it soggy for the dirt the spirits visions a young lad playing all day the spirits calls a bird whose name is blue jay the sounds of it, ohhh! what a joy!! the spirits dances with the rain they laugh and smile enlisting no pain harmony has spread to pure hearts that melts but to the spirits, the blue jay and the former lad, the memories are felt.