Purple Suns and Orange Dew

She handed out the papers and the box of crayons – eight then she started talking but, you know—I couldn’t wait. I made a sun of purple shining on an orange sea, stick figure of my sister as she sailed away with me. On an island in the distance in a blue and yellow tree sat a black and reddish bird singing rainbow colored music in a voice I’d never heard. Then a ruler hit the desk top and a storm upon the sea stole the sun of purple the blue and yellow tree sent the bird to flying hid its rainbow in a cloud as a voice of rumbling thunder roared “I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU PROUD!!” All the others kept their papers yellow suns and seas of blue none of them had learned what dreamers always do in visits to the worlds of purple suns and orange dew. John G. Lawless ©1/26/2019