Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers,
a set of musical keyboards,
words and colours
in accord
within a musical chord.
Unroll their reefs,
soak them in your heart,
sail them
on your leaves,
wing them in your art.
Let them dash, let them oar
let them splash, let them soar,
Let them paint your prairies,
blossom your
Bird-cherries.
Let them to yell out
the dehiscence
of your thoughts
let them shout,
let their oomph
to sprout,
let them boom
in your room
on the conscience
of flowerpot.
Let them be the fanfare of your dreams.
let them scream
trolling
on carousel of your beams,
summon them in the gush,
of your gold rush
on the summit
of your paintbrush.
Let them sow, let them rain, let them bow,
let them row, let them flow,
brush the moon in their romance,
let them glow
and
let them dance.
Watch them pirouette
on your toes
like a feather
when it blows.
