Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Liquid Skies

Liquid skies come washing down
Sheltering under rainbow bridges
Diamond rain drops hit the ground
Golden umbrellas by sea blue ridges

Sun beams dance across the sky
Making the giant oak crack a smile
Little ants play in the purple grass
They walk an inch or a mile

A little pink bird sings her song
For the listening flowers to hear
The moon salutes the silver clouds
As the stars secretly begin to appear

copyright Chris Smith 2010

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