A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS
Through the bright colors.
Run to the others.
Where crayons reach the sky.
Climb the pile up high.
Cotton balls stuck above,
The flutter of a dove.
Lake water is shining crystal clear,
A perfect reflection of a deer.
To the beat of
The winged creatures in the sky.
As they dance the tune up high,
Flying close to the ball of fire,
Their wings take them higher and higher.
Come closer and see
What my imagination has wrought
With little or no prior thought.
A scene of beauty, my dear,
Has made it all crystal clear.
Please follow me Through the colors. Past shimmering glass And stacks of crayons.
The blue glass mirrors Puffy cotton balls. Scraggly arms reach high to the ball of fire.
Can you hear the drums? Flight of winged creatures. Soaring high above, too close to the fire.
Come closer and see What my minds has wrought. A scene near and dear. To my thoughts and dreams.
The snow melts,
leaving trails to the lake.
A cold wind brushes by,
leaving me goosebumps.
Ice hangs from the trees,
leaving clear spider webs.
Snow covers the grass,
leaving footsteps behind.
I depart this cold scene,
leaving my own behind.
Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.
I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.