Thoughts about the rain/ Curtopia
Rain is the essence of life,
Without it our earth would die
Yet, tears come down in times like these
When dark is all our skies become
I wonder:
Why can’t it rain when the sun is out?
Water drops, with sunshine?
He says: Come into my world!
I say: Fine! And then emerge...
Into his gorgeous eyes, I stare for decades without blinking
Surrounded by serenity and peace
High mountains, elevation so high, air so crisp and clear
No worries, no cares, no regrets, no guilt
Just smiling pixies, multi-coloured birds and vibrant radiance
Like the fairytales our parents read to us,
We can now live there, in Curtopia
All we need is imagination, closed eyelids
And the love we thought we would never get
Without it our earth would die
Yet, tears come down in times like these
When dark is all our skies become
I wonder:
Why can’t it rain when the sun is out?
Water drops, with sunshine?
He says: Come into my world!
I say: Fine! And then emerge...
Into his gorgeous eyes, I stare for decades without blinking
Surrounded by serenity and peace
High mountains, elevation so high, air so crisp and clear
No worries, no cares, no regrets, no guilt
Just smiling pixies, multi-coloured birds and vibrant radiance
Like the fairytales our parents read to us,
We can now live there, in Curtopia
All we need is imagination, closed eyelids
And the love we thought we would never get