Tick, Toc, Tick, Toc
The clock marks each second, minute, and hour passing.
The day is filled with brillent sunshine and lovely heat that makes
want to spend your day lazily at the beach.
But then the breeze creeps on to the land. The foggy mist begins to devor
the building.
Is it summer? Yes, it is. Yet, it is starting to feel like fall too.
Tick, Toc, Tick, Toc
The clock rings it's bell
Little by little, the shades of green will turn golden, brown and red.
Everything will be crisper and the children laughter will be faded into the classrooms.
Tic, Toc, Tick, Toc
The clock strikes again as the time passes by.
The clock marks each second, minute, and hour passing.
The day is filled with brillent sunshine and lovely heat that makes
want to spend your day lazily at the beach.
But then the breeze creeps on to the land. The foggy mist begins to devor
the building.
Is it summer? Yes, it is. Yet, it is starting to feel like fall too.
Tick, Toc, Tick, Toc
The clock rings it's bell
Little by little, the shades of green will turn golden, brown and red.
Everything will be crisper and the children laughter will be faded into the classrooms.
Tic, Toc, Tick, Toc
The clock strikes again as the time passes by.
comixbookgurl:
nice!