To Joanne May
Look for me where I am not,
And there you may find me…
On the leaf inside the rain drop,
Or… hidden in the tree.
I grow the wings for those who dare,
To step inside my world,
And let the colors of the mind,
Become the story told.
I’m not the riddle veiled by words,
I’m what the dreams unveil…
I’m all the colors of the sun,
I am… a fairy tale.
© 2010 Josephine Lake
