Slient wind blows slowly.
The ruffles on your hair goes with the wind.
The colour of your hair shines just like the sun.
We lay down on the soft grass looking at the clouds form.
And there we lay till the setting of the sun.
The colour of your hair stopped shining then
But all I could see were the stars shine through your eyes.
To me all I could only feel that the stars were like the sun which shone.
