Snails and more

The water runs
And the blackbirds fly
The orange flame sun 
In our blue powder sky
But with all these words 
Come many little things
Snails, and more
Snails, and more

The oak wood trees
And white Meadow Rues
Yellow-Black bees
And water drop views
But with all these words
Come many little things
Snails, and more
Snails, and more

When all goes well
And shadows all go
I’ll see the hard shell
Taken as it grows

As water rushes in 
And life slowly clears
I’ll know that under my skin
I’ll still have fears
‘Cause with all these words
Bring many good times
Like snails, and more
Yes… Snails, and more