Ashes In The Glen

When you're a kid, you colour with reckless abandon. You colour outside the lines , however you feel. Blue trees , purple oceans, colourful sky , red mountains, green rain drops..... it's all good.
When you grow up you're told to remaine in your lines but still you direct what you feel.
Such are these poems , not being in any chronological order , I write what I feel.
Because I wanna hear the purple oceans , feel the colourful sky , see the red mountains , read the red rain drops...
I am sure u'll feel the wanderlust in these poems...xo