Dream Life

                                         Orange, the color of youth Neither too bright nor too dark Like a mix between a rose and a sunflower Young and joyful, sharp as a spark When the sun's going down And I look at the waves among the sea The yellow glow mixes with red sky Ans it all looks ornage to me. The horizon, so colourful and creative It tells me they'll be another chance I sit on the beach, the water brushing my feet And watch the colour dance. It fills me with a hope I'll try out tomorrow again And I'll wash away all my problems Not let them leave any stain. It's ornage, enthusiam is its forte It gives us all a wish to shine I want to create something as pretty as a sunset now And tomorrow's going to be called mine.

                                                           I'd write love letters to the earth, whisper them to the wind, Fold them into paper boats, And find a stream to sail them in, I'd write of beautiful sunrises, of the oranges and pinks, While I sit beside the seashore, Where the waves can smudge my ink, I'd write these words on paper, But for paper I need trees, Like many things mankind has made, But doesn't really need, And so our letters to the earth, Leave less love than they do scars, When we write them in our blinding light, That block out all the stars,