The sing song tales of yesterday
are flying bits of paper to the wind
the feelings and emotions attached
run deep, but they do rescind
Into the realms of my mind they go
both processed and refined
I am the diamond of God's grind
so better take care of the girl inside
I think I should start, by being kind

Big and black
The umbrellas
Knew not of any other size
And colours

A rainy day
Decades ago
I reckon

Men on foot
And bicycles, black
Peddling the tar road
Soaking wet

Their attire
Native, pure white
Monochrome
The photograph

Light as a feather
Drawn by winds, the paper flies
Paperweight it needs

Bills in paper nails
Value packed, together stacked
Business they made

Light as a feather
Changes course, as does the wind
Fair weather friend

Be not the paper
On the nail, stuck forever
Nor a paperweight

Floating lily pads
Dewy and refreshing green
Delicate white blooms

How would you know
The words that stand in the corner row
What meaning they held
In their little fists
Until they were asked to show
One by one they follow each other
Make a chain, a festoon, hung low
For all to know and read
Dispersed as seeds
Their different beats
A melody sweet
Across the valley a rainbow greets