In the thunder I saw a sparkle
And a winged fairy came
With all the sparkle dust in the world.
She said "the storm will pass...
The sun will glow
In yellows and of golds
Spark dust - you will uphold."
As the lightening bolt withdrew
She F L E W
And left behind
All the sparkle dust in the world.
And what shall I do?
So I painted and I glued
A place ALL blue
And a sun of sparkle dust true.
I dreamt my wings grew
And my picture TRUE
I F L E W
With sparkle dust true
And when I returned of imagery askew
What I found was the sun all new
Of yellows and golds
Sparking in TRUTH.
