Star Lily way up high
As the world goes by
Enjoying the changes
The scenery brings
All of the colors
Happy to encircle
Eager to sing
Not many on earth know
The colors talk
Most are friendly
Few rarely squawk
They tend to adopt the personality
Of the body they clothe
If the body is an old grump
Like a weed, that personality grows
So the suit of a cantankerous old man
Quickly learns to look and sound just like him
A cantankerous old man and a moth-eaten wrinkled brown suit.
However, all is not bad. Often, the old wrinkled suit sings a beautiful bass
So when many of the colors are glowing
And Star Lily is nearby
Colors gather together
Creating a glorious rainbowS
Once the colorwheel choir is assembled in the sky
Immediatly they catch their reflections in their Spring mirrors.
Many of their friends like to swim in them and will be watching the show
Position between Star Lily in the sky and Star Lily of the land
They sing beautiful songs of love
The clever colors hope for a union of the two
Alas! I do not know wither this will happen
But it tis such a romantic notion.
The thirst for light
The thirst for color
Springmirror reflections beautiful memories to be cherished for years
Why be cantankerous and live your days in a black and white world?
Walking around with your eyes closed and your mind full of meanness
Your reflection the same day after day
Color all blending into one drab mural of them all
My dream is for the birds to swoop down and pick me up
And to place me with the choir
I would love to sing to Star Lily
With all of our colorful friends
The fragile wings of the butterfly
I see the ladybug counting her dots
I see naked birds in flight with no feathers
They flew over to me and draped me in feathers
And flew me up into the clouds to join their choir
Just as I wished!!! Oh Thank you Star Lily. Thank you so much.
Believing the jokers who told them to put on the invisible “magic”coat they had
Assuring them the birds were dressed in the finest feathers.
If only it were true for this was our cantankerous man
Butt ugly naked and roaming the streets !
The cops won’t arrest him, finding the old grump much too amusing!
There is always one drab color in the box
There is always one sour note in the choir
Shhhhh now, it’s time for the show
Try not to stare at the naked old man
Sitting in the third row