Just saw a Rainbow,
Six beautiful hues,
All right in a row,
No time to lose,
Gotta see the rainbow!
First comes red,
All bright and merry,
It's redder than a sled,
As red as a cherry.
Next is number two,
Same color as a fruit,
From the sky it looks at you,
And wears an orange suit.
Third is yellow,
Just like the sun,
Bright yellow's not mellow,
Like kids when school gets done.
Fourth comes green,
A common shade,
Green are beans,
Because that's how they're made!
Fifth is blue,
Like the waves in the sea,
It's like a mourning dove's coo
Well, at least it is to me.
Purple is last,
What a sad, sad thing,
It seems like a part of the past,
But it's suit for a king!
That brings an end,
To our beautiful sight,
Hope to see you again!
I think, I just might . . .
Xavier, xXx
LOVE . . .
We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it.
When we don't have it, we search for it, when we discover it, we don't know what to do with it, when we have it, we fear losing it.
It is the constant source of pleasure and pain, but we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next.
It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without.
Love doesn't make the world go 'round.
It's what makes the ride worthwhile.
You can look all over for love but you won't find it because you can't see love you must feel it . . .
Xavier
