Come back my Sun,
Come chase the Dark,
Come dance and play.
Your brother Rain,
Has spoilt it again,
Angering his father River.
Come back my Sun,
Smile us light,
Shine us the way.
Your cousin Wind,
Has run amok,
And under his skin we shiver.
Your sister Frost is invited too,
Dress her warm, hold her hand,
She will help dry her mother, Land.
My Sun, I do love you.
Your feedback helps jackalice understand what's working
I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
Two Rose. In harmony. From their beds,. Chose. To see the day. As a possibility. Rather than a. Disability. Dragging them down. Into earth. They ate good food. Drank rain. Gave birth. To two.
I know a little mockingbird Who sung her life in words She played and teased And gave me honesty For which I never played.
"Sit down, relax and dine, Drink a glass of red wine, Talk to me and you'll be fine To you I lend these ears of mine So talk, shout and whine, I won't mind I just want to understand you and be kind.
Her figure of perfectly placed curves, You have to stop and observe, She radiates a maternal feel, Her eyes so deep so surreal.
Fly little bird. whose eyes are the stars. whose wings are my scars, yeah. Fly little bird, whose flight is the wind. a tremor within. the bulging clouds. -------------------- I said tomorrow.
If flowers could natter And trees could talk, Would they say hello Or nothing at all. Would they tell us to pick them With heady perfume. Or shout 'No, leave us. You want us too soon!'.
The wandering minstrel walked straight into town. The townspeople gathered and settled right down. "I will sing you a song" he announced merrily, The audience cheered as perched by a tree.
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