Rain drops do drop. Pour the waterfall in the world of this life filled toucan. Is the adversity present when family argues? Into the hardwood classic clear coated card shop. First in. First out. What’s the feeling? In need of success. Out thrown first Mighty mat the baseball bat. Proceeding him Luke Wall the baseball. Once the right escalator that doesn’t stop was occupied. Now head over hills surrounds them both.

Soaring high. Ambition filled. Life to live. Blessing in store. Swooping into a ferocious argument. Luke walls passionate stitching shinning bright. Emotions pour as the conversation run from his mouth,” separated how do we make the game come alive?” We have no place.” Everybody has a place.” Recited by the toucan. Standing with the posture of the tallest man. Floating through the sky steady improving .

Burden feels the wing with pressure. Into the empty void of the sky. Pack with rays of light. Excitement felt. Vibrations of sound waves felt. The baseball stadium glows bright. Just our luck choosing of the balls is underway. Drop in the field is Luke wall. Let go is mighty mat the baseball bat. Rolling into the pin. The two now meet; choosing by the pitcher is the ball that forms Luke wall. The batter drafting mighty mat. They both meet thundering sounding off. Toucan nowhere found. All is left is the drop of a feather.