I wondered one day;
As on the grass I lay,
Why do I play-
With words this way?
The ladybird that sat on my nose,
The dew drops wetting my toes,
Inspire the sentences to dance as I close-
My eyes, why do I end up forming a prose?
Then I sit up straight,
Bending under the weight;
Of the rhymes that skate-
In my brain, at this fast rate!
My fingers itch for me to write,
To allow this impending insight;
Come out of my core with all its might;
And help me unburden and feel light!
I look for a piece of paper,
And a pen to build my skyscraper;
That will reach the sky like water vapour,
And contribute to form a rainbow sometime later!
We all write for different reasons;
We all write about same/different seasons.
So, let's just let these words flow,
And help add colors to our little rainbows!