Poem of the hideout

 In search of a hide-out

I wanna hide in the clouds of the setting sun

Play peek a poo with the birds flying by

The gulls and strokes ride to take away

To some far away land

The new wings of sunrise danced

Looking for the moon in the morning dews

Touch the stars in the middle of the night

Play in the mysterious forest

Fireflies brighten the paths

Never ceased, nor stopped tries

That preacher evangelized