A curious stare
A curious care
Peeping through the cracks
The hot sun feels relaxed
A heartfelt thought
A dangerous glare
She wonders what is up there
By passing days and months
A little baby bird
Or a dangerous hawk
She sits by the waterspout
Wonders how she will grow and sprout
Into a tree just like mama
Or a weed just like papa
The treetops feel forever out of reach
But possibly a curious little peep
Could open a world of fascination
For God's curious little creation
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine
