Oranges fly away,
But the tree they fall from
Is not a
Stray.
Rather,
A way.
Climb the tree
But
Don't
Fall down.
The tumble
May disposition
Your
Crown.
An apple a day
They all say,
But the mood is killed
With tomatoes.
I hope for a sunny day,
But the rain cannot be handled
By the strongest of wipers.
A rainy day
With no clouds
Is like sunshine
Without the
Sun himself.
Make a son out of me,
But never let me change
Who I will always be.
For I shall
Dream
And let the
River
Stream
Called
My
Mind
Flow,
Oh,
So,
Freely
That you’ll wonder
How the drops
Escaped the prison
Called
My
Brain.
And you’ll
Try to fathom
How
Unfathomable
The
World can be.
The beauty
Of this story
Is
The essence
Never left,
And will never
Die.
All you have to do is
Try.
Who knows?
Someday
You’ll
Fly.