poems

showers

In a world of bright blue skies,
There's a boy with bright blue eyes,
His name is dear to all who see,
A brother with a spirit free.

He walks through life with a carefree stride,
His eyes like oceans, deep and wide,
Yet showers, oh showers, he does despise,
For they steal moments from his skies.

Time wasted in the falling rain,
He feels it's lost, a futile gain,
But in his heart, a fire burns bright,
A rebel soul, a daring light.

To him, each minute is a precious gem,
A chance to live, to laugh, to stem,
The tide of routine, the mundane flow,
He seeks adventure, to let life grow.

So let him be, in his own way,
A brother bold, in shades of day,
With eyes that hold the endless sea,
A rebel spirit wild and free.