Why do the birds sing. So early in the dawn. Their honeysuckle melodies. Before my day's alarm. I imagine they're rehearsing. For some big, elaborate show. That I've not been invited to. So I should n
Rows and flows of angel hair. And ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere. I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone.
