ice johnson


Rainbows


Playing outside like a little child
Falling into a pile of leaves
Skipping in a valley of flowers
I cant help but laugh

Rainbows appear and a mist of water hits me

Pok-a- dot dress twirls along me

I peak through trees while I play hide and seek
and Im free in nature's home

Rainbows bloom and the sun shines everyday
Rainbows come and they will come again

My problems are gone
I refuse to let this day go

Rainbows are flying
Rainbows are different and show mutiple beauty

Im having so much fun on my own
When everyone said that I wouldn't last a day and I'd fail
Well, Im happy now
Im flying pratcilly with the rainbows

Rainbows are so beautiful and clear
Such an amazing few
Rainbows...

Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

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