All the time lately
I see my friends sad and crying
Feels like there's nothing I can do
But really, I'm trying!

They wrote poems about sadness,
About loss, about love,
And here I am writing a poem about them
While they are watched over from above

I want them to know
That I have sadness, too
But all of my depressing poems
Are red and grey and tan and blue

So please, dear friends, stop
Writing about sadness, loyalty, and stuff
The wall that you've built around yourself
Is made of nothing no more, it's not buff

All of your feelings have come spilling out
Bout family ties, friendship lies,
And many more to date
These troubles and bubbles are not mine

So please, dear friends, put down your device
Look me in the eyes, and know I am right
That your poems are great, they truly are,
But hold a lot of sadness and trouble and night

So bring out the happiness and calm mood and sun
I would really like to read some happy poems
(For one)
And it would really be great if you'd

Look me in the eyes, and tell me you're not afraid

A spot of blue
A pint of red
A swirl of yellow
Now all is said

This artist paints
Some dots here, some lines there
Pretty sure this painting
Should include a horse or mare

And then after the painting is finished
It is quite a prize to restore
And then the horse flies off the page
It is not made of paint anymore

The painter climbs onto the horses back
And pulls on the reins tight
The pair runs off, away from life
And into the sunlight

I'm hurting, Lord Jesus
   But you bled more than I can know
I'm foolish, Lord Jesus
   But you payed for my mistakes
I'm angry, Lord Jesus
    But you are the King of Love
I'm restless, Lord Jesus
    *You give my soul rest

A strip of wire
Sits on a wooden peg
Behind the fence
Some cows, they sit and graze

Across the world
A child sits with her journal
She thoughtfully writes
While the hours dwindle

Construction workers walk
On a metal scaffold beam
They build a giant bridge
That travels 'cross a tiny stream

Million miles away
A boy runs through the crowd
His mom comes home today
When he fina'ly spots her he runs right to her, "yay!"

A golden spiral
In a fairy tale book
Can spin all these tales
For me and you to look
At