Thoughts on a cloudy day

A rain storm. Every one has his or her own opinion on whether or not it is a good thing or bad. To some it may be water that has been prayed for by a desperate farmer, and waters the earth and brings spring one step closer to you back door. To others it may be a frightening thing, the thunder and the lighting that streaks across the sky so fast and bright. It may damage the crops that the same farmer toiled days for. It all depends on the person’s point of view and whether or not they want to look at it in a good way or a bad way.

Have you ever wondered about the world’s colors? Why the sky is that baby blue shield. Why the grass that ripples in the breeze holds that dark, fresh green? The sun brilliantly shines its yellowness down to earth. What if it was all different?! What if the sky was a bright green! And the grass and trees all blue. The sun would shine its splendid purple onto the earth. Close your eyes and try to picture this. Go ahead! It would be fun to color a coloring book like this! The tree’s bark a pure white! The water sparkles with a bold orange! But when you open your eye’s.

Somewhere out there
Under the ocean
Up in the air
Over that hill
Among the trees
Something is calling
Calling to me

Its a bird singing its song
Its the wind in the grass
Its the frog in the pond

Its everything I'm not
And everything I want to be
Its everything I've got
And its everything I need

Sitting at my big computer
Hoping that things don't get duller
I close my eyes
And cross my hands
And enter my own dreamland

Trees that rise one-hundred feet tall
A thief scaling a castle wall
I'm over here
And around there
Everywhere in my dreamland

There are no lessons and no school
No smacking rods or useless rules
Just me and my
Own little self
Traveling in my dreamland