If rainclouds make pictures,
what is it you will see?
If leaves fall down
in autumn and die,
what is it that will
happen to me?
If trees dance in the
breeze of the wind,
why can't I move my
feet to dance?
If cats have nine lives,
surely I'll get another chance?
If twilight is the passing of God -
it surely is a beautiful sight.
If dogs are afraid of thunder -
then meeting Him will be a fright.
The earth keeps dancing
with its moon -
I keep telling myself,
soon, soon, soon...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waltzing-thoughts/
