COLORS ON MY MIND
Picture a flower growing from the sea.
Can there be a prettier sight to see?
Flower bubbles float ashore.
Who do you think they are for?
This is what I need for today.
Pastel colors to soothe my stay.
Pinks and blues mix well together.
I can look at them forever.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
Peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
To let the world come home to me.
mountaineous: Punch-Drunk Reverie | Tula Top
What do we need?
Perhaps, a stream of water.
Mountains.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
We require little
to survive.
Yet the world provides us
with so much more.
A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton
THE FALLEN
Tree branches bend,
scarred by age.
Beaten by the storm,
many hit the ground
amid piles of leaves.
Without a proper burial,
no one mourns their loss.
The fallen won’t be forgotten
as replacements take root
in the shade of the tall trees.
Sunshine filters through the forest,
lighting the way for the future.
THE OTHER SIDE
What’s on the other side?
Don’t be afraid or hide.
What will you see?
Will you be free?
Color replaces black,
But watch your friend’s back.
Night creatures out for fun
In the Florida sun.
Mansions to explore.
Parties and much more.
One step at a time.
And follow this rhyme.
And soon you will be there.
Who knew it was so near?
THE DEAD GAME
