Fly High

 

Little boy, little boy,why do you cry?

Spare your tears and tell me why.

Little boy, little boy this is not fair.

The pain isn't all yours, please let me share.

 

From up above the great blue sky,

Pretty angels summon you to fly.

Fly, fly O boy, go fly high,

And show your true colors like a butterfly.

 

The demons all around are breathing fire,

Jealous green eyes hooked to conspire.

Let them stare, let them try,

with wings on your feet,off you fly.

 

Just close your eyes and listen to your soul,

Read the heartbeats and you're on a roll.

The child inside you is all set to run,

Go, take over on the world and have your fun.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm not sure who the little boy is, or if it matters, but your poem is a delight. In its rhyme and rhythm both, it is exquisite. You've done a wonderful job on this.

[Jam]

A light approach u have chosen to this inspirational poem... almost sounds like fairy tale :).... nice

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A lovely write. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Debileah