Tell it like a story.
I want to see the grand colours of your music.
Show to me the vibrant greens of a young jungle forest,
the chirpings of birds,
and the burble of blue water,
show me the joy.
Show me the orange bonfire that burns brighter,
the wild dancing and uplifting screams,
so me the children, laughing gaily,
Show me the pinks of falling sun,
Show me the dark of night,
that paints the sky blue velvet like that of a rich lady's dress,
the calm and the sorrow wrapped in the dark,
and show me the white golden sparks that leap between and in front of your eye,
that scar the dark in painful flashes,
Show me the rising pale yellow of the sun once more, lighting the sky like a torch,
Show me the pale vibrant blue of a new sky-day.
Show me the joyous recourse in the cries of the animals,
the songs of the birds,
and the laughter that echoes around buildings, bringing smiles, and stamping feet.
Show me your music,
The colours so grand,
Show me your music in a story that only you will ever understand,
and sing it out for the world to hear,
to see.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Enjoy, and try to understand. I don't really know what to say about poems, uhm, yeah, sometimes, it helps.
