Splashes of bright colours,
pastels or darker hues,
Umbrellas talk and sing
and whisper secrets too,
causing me to wonder
as I sit and muse.
Some Umbrellas gossip,
some focus on their news
of moving changes, choices,
speaking volumes turned loud
beneath their angry clouds.
Others move in silence,
free of current trending,
seeking answers within.
They move while still within.
So many Umbrellas,
I hear them laugh or cry
drifting and bobbing by
like little boats at sea
with people floating by-
the world turned upside down
as rain pours from the sky.
(So many Umbrellas
look the same, look the same.
I can’t help wonder why.
I dream a world of
wondrous Umbrellas
different and unique,
some familiar, some not,
some with technology
to light up in the dark
so we can clearly see,
to call for help in need
so others too may heed.
Beautiful Umbrellas,
perhaps some might compute
the facts we need ‘en route’
changing coloured patterns
of art enriching views.
Umbrellas talk and sing
and whisper secrets too,
causing me to wonder
as I sit and muse.)
(Shelley Wilson- November 6, 2015)
May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley
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