WEEK 39 (Watching her smile)

When I was four

I took my first flight

& when we pierced through the clouds

There was the blue & there was the sun

As soon as we landed

I wanted to reveal the secret

To all those who were blue

No need to let bad weather reports

Mar our mood

When above rain

The sun was shining without a blink

When I shared my discovery

Nobody cared

For all they knew

Was the grey they could see

I long for the moment

You will run to me

With the same light

In your eyes

I will listen so you can have

The pleasure to teach me and I

The pleasure to show you

How much I believe