Fluffy like a cloud,
Light as a feather,
It melts in your mouth,
And kindles your taste buds.
Its sweetness takes you
By your senses,
And makes you want to turn back time,
And live your childhood again.
Pink like a Rose, or
Yellow like the Sun
Its color is such, as
That from a Rainbow.
Its soft like a pillow
Moisture makes it come together.
One look at it,
And you’ll want to dive into its world.
Clear and Fragile,
Light and Round,
It’s so full, that
It could burst any moment.
When it rises towards sunlight,
One can see the colors it has,
And remember how wonderful life is.
It brings that smile
To a child’s face,
When he blows it carefully.
But it doesn’t hesitate
To bring that frown,
When it disappears, and
You end up wondering about its permanence.
It could appear small or big,
In twos or threes or even single,
It’s so full of mystery and surprises
And makes you want to wonder.
Clear and Fragile,
Light and Round,
So tender and yet so beautiful.
Silver rays shimmered through the trees,
The cricket sang its little song,
The leaves were rustling: and
The owl stared into nothingness,
The night had an eerie feeling, and yet
It felt peaceful and calm.
The path that lay ahead of me,
I don’t know where it led to;
But I know there was something
Really mysterious and exciting about it.
So I decided to walk along the path
Hoping to find something really exciting.
In the distance, the werewolves started howling;
For it was the night of the Full Moon.
I started to pray that I wouldn’t be next,
To be turned into one of them.
I continued walking along the path,
Until I heard galloping.
I could hear it come closer and closer;
Then suddenly he came into sight.
His face was covered under his hood,
And he rode his horse like a prince;
He pulled me onto his horse
And let me ride with him.
Who is he? I wondered.
Where is he from? I wondered.
What does he look like? I wondered.
All I could say about him was,
That he was prince-like
And mysterious, of course.
We rode along the path
For so long, that I fell asleep
In his arms. The next thing I remembered,
Was seeing black eyes, black hair,
Fair skin. Wait, that was my mother;
She just woke me up. All of that was just a dream?
