by Danielle Mona

Created on: May 26, 2007

The sun is beating on my back,
The wind is peacefully
Providing a welcoming relief,
The sky as blue as the ocean.
Tired of my home,
So normal and plain,
I long for another place,
To make my domain.
Only about a few yards away,
I witness the perfect scene,
A cute little windowsill,
To make my own.
In hopes of a visitor,
I look all around me,
And spot a young one,
Not far away.

She runs over to me,
Laughing and skipping,
She picks me up and takes me in.
Victory fills my veins,
As she takes me to my new home.
She shows me to her mom,
Sets me in a small drinking glass,
And places me on my windowsill.
To please her,
I smile and dance,
And make her giggle,
In her I find a true friend.
But as soon as she has come,
She is gone,
And I'm left to myself,
Once again.
I only get a little sun now,
And no breeze,
But I am still as happy as can be.
As the days go by,
I feel a little sick,
Like I have no water,
And no place to rest.
My breathing gets shorteer,
I'm hardly living.
The happy little girl walks up and weeps,
For she has forgotten me,
And now it's too late.
I thought I would b happy,
In a home so exciting and new,
But it only brought me misery,
And a heart full of woe.
Now I dream,
I'm in the meadow,
The birds are chirping gaily,
The sun shining through,
I am happy once again,
I know this can't be bad,
For I have been here before,
And I can't go back.

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