I look at you all day long
you make me want to sing a song
your eyes sparkle through the day
look at me that's what they say
I land in the snow and roll down a small hill. When I reach the bottom I brush the snow off of me and run towards the other kids playing.
It seems as if I get there just in time. They are about to pick sides for a game of war with snowballs. Out of breath I ask, “Can I play”. “Of course”, they shout.
A wind blows gently in the night, filling the place where I just left. Whistling down the beaten path, through trees that are green and amongst the fallen brush. Is this just wind or is this something else?
Otters, geese, and lizards are
Monkeys, giraffes, and peacocks by far
Ducks, bongos, and lions too
All are animals at the zoo
feeble you lay in one place
frailty is written on your face
hurt is prevalent everywhere
i just don't know how i should care
favortism is my sin
make me laugh and you will win
make me sad or make me cry
to call you my favorite would be a lie
there once, was five girls
they all had red hair and curls
they are all quite unique
they make me laugh when they speak
Pressing my face against the glass, I feel the coolness of the world outside. With one hand I draw a snowman into the fog that is on the glass. My other hand is clasped gently into my mother’s hand.
“The world just speeds by” I think, whispering to myself. “I would give anything to escape this car and play in the cool and pure snow”.
At night under artificial light
A man walks slowly from the right
he comes toward a hill of clay
where workers have raked during the day
It goes back and forth
back and forth
back and forth