3Little rainbows in a row
They look good enough to eat
A glass of water to wash them down
The colors are running through me
Running, flying soaring so high
I can nearly touch the sky
I see the light
My feet don't touch
The spirit is uplifting
My shell is shattered
And I stretch my new wings
Freedom at last
From the confines of reality
Flying, dying soaring high
Am I a bird a bee or a butterfly?
Smiling happy in simplistic bliss
I close my eyes and soar away
As they close the box and seal it tight
The roses are white the moss is green
Ain't this life just peachy keen?