a tomorrow
When you ask to fly
and peole say no.
When you ask why
that you simply can't go
Do not argue
and do not follow
Just look to the sky
and fly till tomorrow.
Where the grasses aren't green,
they are colours galore.
Where flowers don't sprout
they dance and do more!
Where the clouds tickle your face
as you go sailing by,
and the fish jump and wave
while sailing the sky.
Where the birds jump and tweet,
through the water, so blue.
Isn't is fun
What imagination can do?
This poem is about:
Our world