morning lullaby

making the system known
organized as a piano dropped off the roof
reading these thoughts before you get them
now that a storm can show the true colors
if you were not
needing to recieve a collection of little kisses
get ready to have your mind changed
let the drapes be opened and the sun shine in
use the tools given to you by nature itself
let these changes of time be
like the shifting of the seasons
and when you grow up you are relieved winter exits
because you are looking forward to next years rain
you and i can face anything together

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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