Kid

Its sunny in the morning, but cold in the air,
the water falls down with all its flare
trickling on the rocks and
through the grass in green
falling onto the train and striking in my eyes.
The notorious is now happy to make fun of else,
for he is the one who makes us, just so different from else.

I am too small again to decide the efforts of people,
that rise from the rye and now shine to the ocher.
Smallest from their world, can make a lot to swirl,
I love swirling pasta that's rolling on my fork, wit
a hint of cream and garlic and hundreds of flakes to explore.
I love the way the country gives a new life to my world,
the cities are too crowded and that is the fun of all.
The people make this place, its taste and the
smells, for more and more to indulge in all that sells.
All places I've been are fun and filled with people
of all, but love the most one place,
right when I was small.