Rain
Rain.
When I get to be a poet,
I'm gonna write a poem of talent, meaning, and rain,
about the rain that falls to the ground,
purifying all who embrace it,
cleansing tears that fall from the sky,
showering everyone, everywhere,
and inspiring their hidden talents.
Yes, when I become a poet,
i'll illustrate a poem of talent, meaning and rain,
Everyone's opinion freely expressed,
in their own special ways.
We each have a time to blossom,
into who we really are,
though some may take longer than others,
the wait may in fact be long,
but the ones who take the most time to bud,
are the most beautiful roses of all.
When I become a poet,
a writer of stories to be sung,
i'll illustrate a poem,
my mind as my easel,
of talent, meaning and rain,
to recognize that we are all special.
For when talent is laid bare,
pure inspiration remains.
Rain.
When I get to be a poet,
I'm gonna write a poem of talent, meaning, and rain,
about the rain that falls to the ground,
purifying all who embrace it,
cleansing tears that fall from the sky,
showering everyone, everywhere,
and inspiring their hidden talents.
Yes, when I become a poet,
i'll illustrate a poem of talent, meaning and rain,
Everyone's opinion freely expressed,
in their own special ways.
We each have a time to blossom,
into who we really are,
though some may take longer than others,
the wait may in fact be long,
but the ones who take the most time to bud,
are the most beautiful roses of all.
When I become a poet,
a writer of stories to be sung,
i'll illustrate a poem,
my mind as my easel,
of talent, meaning and rain,
to recognize that we are all special.
For when talent is laid bare,
pure inspiration remains.
Rain.
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