|Windchimes in a rainy window|
© Gemma Wiseman
Elephant riding thoughts of fairy tales
The twinkling chime has smiling paths
Merry your way through it, it is endless
Her pinky frock, the frills neat and cute
He has many elephants to ride to fame
Their laughter and play fill the world
The green grass and buds on top, sweet
The drizzle that washed the chime, changed
the tune and the mood, they made tents
no complaints but play with the tune.
There are other elephants too
The chimes that sounds eerie too
Fear takes in sometimes, fear for
her neat and cute frills, his elephant rides
they are playing, growing, do they know
all the evils that lurch from behind
hide in corners, that don’t know cute smiles.
And the “elephants”, they are dwindling
Their green pastures disappearing,
the fairy land losing to machine like dwellings.