Believe

Gentle blue turns deep like grey

Grey turns dark in a peaceful way

My hand reaches forward

I begin to grin

Gently down come the birds

Guiding their kin

My hand grows damp

My hair moistened now

The sky lights up like a lamp

Delicate droplets pelting down

The outer storm brings me peace

Do you know what the rainbow means?

It’s a promise for you and for me

As long as you choose

To believe

Posted in response to the challenge Sky.

WordMonkey

VT

15 years old

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