At the top of tomorrow waits the steaming sun, waiting to shine warmth down on Earth’s inhabitants.

The swirl of loneliness sounds like the depressing blue of the sea, creating ominous tornados of chaos.

If you turn hope on high, you’ll see blinding pink, reflecting from the love given from my family.

The hiding place of rain shivers underneath the eyes of hurt children.

If you jump into the present, you’ll land on the smooth edge of a rosy heart, waiting to be allotted.

At the center of boredom lies my mind, restlessly searching for happiness.

When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find dreams of the future.