Over the rainbow
With colours so bright
The grass is much greener
From morning till night
Where nobody frowns
Everyone wears a smile
With flowery meadows
Beyond hedge and stile
But which side is which
Is the other side green
Or was it the best
On the side where we’d been
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the grass is not always greener, but then if we already knew that, we'd never wander would we? (Or would we wonder?) You make a point, and sometimes it's a rather painful one. Linda: -)