a fragile world

lullabies float from the clouds
in the darkness of the sky
in the light blue morning where the birds dance in the wind
bird songs make the air magically silver

violet bluebells relax in the sea of green
blossoming like a beautiful little army
waiting like quiet souls with delicate fragile hands
hating the violent wind pushing there petals

winds crash against the trees in the black night
when the white little doves soothe themselves to sleep
bluebells stretch themselves against the roses
waiting for the water bubbles to smile in the ocean by there side
and for the flames to stop burning like a angry goddess