A Painted World Poem by cris son.

you walk down the street
while cars pass you by

you swing on a swing
trying to touch the sky

you roll down a hill
full of fresh green grass

you sit and watch
the spring flowers grow

you laugh and play
with your friends

you go to the beach
and play in the sand

you go back home
to stare out the kitchen window

woundering...
will this painted world

last forever
or at some point in time

will it end
just like you

cause of the fact
nothing really lives forever


by: cris son.
age: 15