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.