The morning glow makes
my pencile flow. The colors
so bright make me want to
write.

With all my might i try to
make the colors come
alive. It makes me want
to dive right into the colors.

The orange's and red make
me a bed. While the gold is
so bold!

I see a beautiful white horse
racing across the plain. But
of course with its mane waving.
So i grinned.

With the sun so high in the
sky the colors all die. But in
the evening the sun will set.

I'll try to catch the colors with
a net and bring them back
home. And when i comb my
hair. I will stare at the beautiful
colors sitting there!
 
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