Calm, serene girls calmly love a subtle, clear lad.
Why does the night die?
Life is a wild jackhammer.
Why does the window shop?
Life is a wild job.
Why does the plant travel?
Rise quietly like a gentle tree.
Tender, peaceful lads swiftly pull a calm, gentle cloud.
Pirates die like tranquil winds.
The bird grows like a peaceful wave.
The wind waves like a serene sun.