While I ran
Balloon seller was waiting,
Trying to charm the little ones
With his colorful floating animals.
Sturdy ol’ tree was standing,
Watching over the still playground
With its floating fishing squares.
Narrow path was bridging
My standpoint to the other side
With the lights sprinkle like floating fireflies.
Yellow street light was shining,
Against the dark skyline
With its bright floating sun-wanna-be.
Serene twilight sky was chanting,
Sending the day away
With its greyish blue mirror.