Camera

Cameras are the eye

By which we see

The dreams we wish we could have

In reality 

Come to life

Snap the photo

And it is done

Imagination is our best friend

Blockbuster

When our eyes close

The show begins

As our eyelids act as a movie screen

Butterflies flutter in spiral flight

Into the mouths of snap dragons

As they breathe floral fire onto their wings

Little do they realize they are merely natures artist

As it is from their flames the monarch finds its soul

It's purpose

It's vibrancy

And fireflies dance to beat of the wind

Through the trees 

Through the meadow

As they synchronize for their finale

The sun begins to rise as the dew falls on  the morning glory's petals

A new day dawning

Open the curtains

For your eyes have told a story worth telling

And given purpose to the pen on your paper

Bliss

Paradise

Night has fallen

On another day in paradise

Wouldn't it be nice

If that was true?

Sadness fills the hallowed walls

Of a broken home

While laughter and celebration

Encompasses the streets

While anger and hatred seep into the souls of those lost,

Hopeless

While happiness overflows the hearts of children

Simply because it's Sunday

The day of rest

The day we fix the broken

The day jubilant street goers sing their hallelujah chorus

The day the anger subsides, and the lost are found 

There is hope in the eyes of children

If only we could see what they see

Night has fallen

On another day in paradise

Wouldn't it be nice

If it were true?