The Bull

When you’re dancing in the meadow
And, a great big bull you see
Do not stop the dancing
Ask the bull to dance with me!

For if I am the dancer
So happy I will be
A meadow of sound is paradise
Twirling me ’round the tree.

The sky it is foreboding
To me, it matters not
For if the rain is coming
Splatter me! Do not stop.

When the rain hits the ground
Renewing the grass and the air
The bull will now saunter off
He has the time to spare

I will simply skip away
Smelling the air and the grass
It renews my mind and my heart
Making me a happy lass!

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s