Written for my niece. This was another colored in drawing. The picture gave me this poem.
The Stream of Love
Where ever one might roam,
The colors flavor what does grow.
In times of sorrow look around:
The deepest reds and the lightest greens
Give off the feeling of living dreams.
So, no matter who you are
The only option is to greet the world.
Totally off the centered place
Is the stream of love and sugared grace.
In this stream you may see
The life you always wished to breathe,
But maybe it just shows to you
The life you live out loud in truth.
For the stream of love mirrors you
With rose colored watered proof