Melting Away
I’M MELTING AWAY WITH CRAYON PICTURES UNDER THE SUN
I DRAW BIRD AND I BECOME A BIRD
AND FLYING IS SUCH FUN
COLOR ME BLUE
WITH FEATHERS OF ORANGE AND RED
MAYBE I’LL BE AN ANGEL BIRD
WITH A HALO ABOVE MY HEAD
I’LL BUILD MY NEST IN THE TALLEST TREE
THE ONE CLOSEST TO THE SUN
I CAN WATCH OVER THE CHILDREN
AND COMFORT EVERY ONE
I’LL SEARCH FOR A RAINBOW
AND BATHE IN ITS’ SOFT LIGHT
UNTIL THE WIND CARRIES ME
INTO THE GENTLE NIGHT
AND THEN I WILL GO
BACK TO THE COMFORT OF MY NEST
THE MOON HAS TOLD ME THAT IT’S TIME TO REST
I PUT AWAY MY CRAYONS
ALONG WITH MY FADING DREAMS
THE COLORS HAVE MELTED AWAY
BUT I WILL KEEP THESE WINGS©
Copyright © Rhonda Bennett | Year Posted 2011
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