Wanting to be found

Wanting to be found A tree by a river, a dock by its bay A sunset so vivid, a picture to portray Snow cascades a mountain A deer and foe laylow, leaves crumble and fall as the winds begin to blow Sprinkles of rain creep silently down, while stars gaze overa sleepylittle town A night thatstooquiet for sudden sound, all seems shy in waiting, wanting to be found