than the water started rising,
as the Sun was taking a knee
The eyes all scattered round the campsite,
like the bugs sniffing out blood
And my friend was under the fall,
drizzling down, a slow moment,
I relive it on again
I thought about walking in,
stepping out of little place,
here inside, instead it was decidith
to capture, like a picture so dead
And now, throw it, with the spin
to return, recoup, regroup
breath in the times