Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

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… If I could be a raindrop, I would kiss each rose of morn,

And slowly trickle down its stem and rest upon a thorn!

If I could be a gust of wind, the kites I’d ride on high,

And hide among the clouds to chase them across sky.

… If I could be a rainbow, I would follow the passing storm,

And be a colored arch from sky signaling no norm!

If I could be a butterfly, far and free,

I would touch every flower and flutter close to THEE…

… If I could be autumn leaves, my color I would proudly show,

Until the chilling winds of winter lay me beneath the snow.

If I could be a snowflake on winter’s harsh breath, I’d ride,

And take my pure white blanket and hide at countryside.

… If I could be sparrow, the sign of spring that I be,

I’d know I’m always protected cause HIS eyes are always on me!! …