a tomorrow

Mon, 09/12/2016 - 12:41 -- Beluga

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

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