What I Can And Can'T Say!
The zillion stars sparkle in the sky.
by Brian Counsell
They always seem to be ever so high.
I ask and ponder reasons why!
If you say you don.t..you lie!
I hope that one day my soul will fly
Now my opinion of the question..Why?
The answer is as clear as glass,
The sky is blue and green is grass.
The answer that comes to me real fast,
Need to feed my mind and soul at last.
Just watch the sky on a cloudy day.
Then you'll know what I can't say.
And find the place my mind does lay,
Fopr i have found, no other way.