The New Genre

The new act is bound to roll The little seeds ready to grow The new-born feeling bursting bubbles and the fresh vision forecasting troubles. The newness of the new air within The freshness of the fragrance has set in The roomful of my heart grows where in the nature calls the man within. The breathe you take blows a force the touch u feel stimulates the soul The sight u see tinkles the narrow bone till u can live a life with a goal.