Dear Diary

Dear Diary I had a dream , about being small...as lifes ant

 

Imagine your life as ant

Wandering ominously,to  mother earths tree, saying you can't

Collecting shade as the tears from each child toil down

Taking each persons fall, only to give it again away, dress  faces as unknown clowns

Through life never ending , experiences so Minot

Gently as the each angel stops, you can  feel  ever so gently silent love

Wildly in the playground of everyday life, we cling to a  human umbrella, not above

Reviews

[Suelou]

Well, you did this challenge very well, sis.

[Ray Hamilton]

Nicely penned I liked it
Thanks for sharing
Ray { Not a Poet }