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My ‘Fool’s paradise’

My ‘Fool’s paradise’

I wish there was a velvet curtain
We could pull open in the sky
I would climb up to the highest heavens
To rid this dreary grey that I spy

I know it has to rain
We need to nourish the dry earth
But why does it have to look so boring?
It depresses us for all it’s worth

How I wish that clouds were coloured
Cheery orange on sunless days
Wouldn’t that lift up our spirits ?
with warm glow & golden rays

Just imagine that scenario
No more drab washed out hues
Everyone surely would be healthier
Helping out those nasty blues

Tho I know this isn’t possible
‘Haha a velvet curtain in the sky?’
I guess I’m just a dreamer
My imagination tends to fly

So I’ll use these clouds to conjure up
My ‘Fool’s paradise’ inside my mind
Staring up into oblivion
It is amazing what I shall find

Animals of different shapes & sizes
My loved ones that have passed
figmental, fictional fancies
In ‘nimbus’ clouds that passes fast

Why don’t you give this game a try
Don’t let the dullness get you down
Look up to the wonders in the sky
Those clouds can turn around your frown?

 

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