"4days on the wood" by Joy Writes

Never thought it would turn to ashes
Never thought it would be dessert now
Never thought it would leave a scar
Never thought of shooting star

With warm and cold gentle breeze
Light and air touches my face
Took me in a place of my favorite taste
Step unto beautiful daisies adorned with hays
Hope to see you next day

I saw butterflies enough to entice my soul
Paved in the middle of the woods got awe
As I closely listen where sound goes
bumped...