Write Of Joy© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Who cares to read of troubled times
of listless hearts and copious tears?
Who cares to read those stilted rhymes,
that speak of grief and unfound fears?

No, I shall write of sunlit days,
of laughter in the dead of night;
of scents of summer's heady haze,
of sparrows wings taking first flight.

I shall write of trees that tower
above the earth, into the sky;
of the smallest white star flower,
of a newborn baby's cry.

And I shall write of funny things,
of dinosaurs that dance on hills;
of crows with multicoloured wings,
and castles with pink window sills.

Of lands with breezes blowing kisses,
of seas that wave with ebb and flow;
of happy love's sweet reminisces,
of skies that laugh with thunder's roar.

Words will not depress, destroy,
Me, I shall write of love and joy.
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