An Anklet of Whim

I am a woven thread of red, white and yellow, I make hundred emotions mellow, I transcend your walk into a flight of swallow, With chimes, I fulfill nature’s hollow. I am a woven thread with possible decors, You love the way I adore, I see the world through your color, I inhale the world through your odor. I will be your solo anklet, I will embellish your ankle, I will cover your wrinkle, I will make tiny bells jingle, I will make chimes sprinkle, I will spread happiness, Being your anklet. I have two beads and a bell, I don’t make sonorous sounds real, I have pop colors to make you feel well. On your ankle, I dwell, Like a precious threaded jewel. I won’t let anything harm you, I won’t let a scratch to attack you, I will turn myself into a black thread, I will add an evil eye bead, I will protect you from every danger, I will be the solo ranger, On your left toe. On your ankle, I will be red string of fate, Keeping me, you will find your soulmate. I will be sea green beads on your toe-ring, I will be the silver drops that always shine, I will make you smile, When you touch me, remembering sunshine. I will be your sunshine, I will glisten in moonshine, Because your body is my shrine; I am the flower oblates on your feet, I am the threaded anklet over your brood. I might be a mere glass bead string, I am your accessory ever dazzling. I am the happiness, always raining. I am your ankle-string, always roaming,