RC Rock Crawler

Green blades under a chrome small dream

Rubber teeth digging rhythm in a sunlit gleam

A tiny rover of dirt and dare, it leans to the left

Stickers like confetti on a brave little theft

Raised roof rack catching wind, a hill's quiet parade

Tires echo through the grass where mysteries are made

Ground shows its tilt, a postcard from a trial run

Pebbles map the path where fantasies come undone

The toy hums softly, a heartbeat in greens and browns

Boots of a field trip march, searching for unseen towns

Ride, little crawler, through the grass and sun

Turn the yard into oceans, every hill undone

Ride, little crawler, claim the open sky

Leftward dreams and motor songs, we follow your lullaby

Silhouettes of logos bloom in color splayed

A micro universe of adventures handmade

Leaves curl like crowd cheerns, distant birds applaud

The car aligns with shadows, plotting out reward

Tilted stance becomes a swagger, brave and free

A compass carved in rubber, steering destiny

Grass blades skim the chassis, brushing secrets tight

We ride the rumor of a trail just out of sight

Ride, little crawler, through the grass and sun

Turn the yard into oceans, every hill undone

Ride, little crawler, claim the open sky

Leftward dreams and motor songs, we follow your lullaby

Under the open canopy, a gentle quake of wheels

Stickers tell a story only wind reveals

No text to read, but faces the quiet proves

That movement writes the letters in the morning blues

Ride, little crawler, through the grass and sun

Turn the yard into oceans, every hill undone

Ride, little crawler, claim the open sky

Leftward dreams and motor songs, we follow your lullaby

燃える green horizon folds into a sigh

Power in the grass, a small road taught to fly