Sometimes on some rainy days i
Like to stop and
Wonder why the sky is so
Blue, like the water in the
Sea. And i'd like to
Think why the grass is so
Green like the shoes
in my closet.
i like to ask myself why
The days pass so slowly when
Time passes so fast; And why
my feet grow closer to the
Ground everyday.
i like to think back into the
Times when i used to sit
On Mama's lap, and wiggle my
Toes, holding a story
Book in my hand and reading about Little
Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
And when the angry rain battered my
Window and the thunder
Clapped, and sounded
Louder than the slamming of
Papa's Door, Mama would tuck
me into bed quickly and
i would leave the open
Book beside my table to
Accompany me.
In the night, i would see the
Big Bad Wolf which consumed
Red. Then Papa's
Door would slam like the
Thunder and shadows would creep
Outside my room.
And i would hear nothing but the
Sound of rain patter against my
Window.
Then i would ask myself:
Why did i leave the book open?
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