unlike the sun it's hard to find
unlike the soft and rushing rain
that's freely flows thru' my domain
unlike the shiny silky petals
thorny bushes jagging nettles
elfish goblins endless dancing
in the throne-rooms of romancing.
Unlike the loose and falling feather
that falls to earth to land where-ever
unlike the dwarfish impish hues
that fill our world with reds and blues
unlike the man who oft times wonders
and stares thru' space to countless yonders
unlike the child who seeks to please
then runs outside and skins his knees.
The girl who wears those crimson dresses
folds her hair with fond caresses
she sees the smiles we seldom see
when faced with grim reality
unlike the man who e'r commands
with raging eyes and waving hands
unlike the birds who sing their song
to help this aging world along.