Anonymous

The colorless river,
Now shines from the illuminating sunset.
The birds,
Faintly singing a lullaby.
A girl,
Sits alone on a wooden swing swaying light in the breeze.
She quietly hums with the birds,
Silently wishing she had someone of her own.
Someone to save her,
Hide her under his wings.
Teach her to fly,
Soar above the setting sun.
Teach her to sing,
So, she too, can sing that lullaby.
A girl,
Sits with her love on that wooden swing swaying light with the breeze.

Written October 2008
By Elisse Cook