A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

Crayons

A RAINBOW OF DELIGHTS

Follow me
Through the bright colors.
Run to the others.
Where crayons reach the sky.
Climb the pile up high.

Beyond the
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.

A PICTURE COMES TO LIFE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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.