Each morning his face flushed as he remembered the boy's words, "I want that shovel. It's just like yours." And each morning he fell to his knees, extended his arms, then plunged his hands into the ... [+]
Have you met the bird at the end of the rainbow?
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.