I got big dreams
Filled with purple skies
Cause purple is my favorite color
A higher shade of blue…
It seems as lonely as blue
And as hurt as blue…
Only it really isn’t
My purple is regal
And meant for gold jewels and silver trinkets
So I got big dreams
Filled with purple skies
Where butterflies flutter in and out
Of not too cool breezes
That shake leaves off old southern magnolia trees
Leaves made purple by lack of chlorophyll production
And butterflies transformed…
After walking away from the world
And stepping out of their chrysalis
With open wings…
Brave enough to venture back
Fly in a world that pointed and snickered
Snickered when they were low on the ground
And weren’t able to soar
But now that the stay is over
Everyone adores the beauty of a butterfly…
Carried by that not too cool breeze
Flutter, flutter, flutter, fluttering
And surrounded by my perfect and purple sky
I got big dreams filled with purple skies and magic butterflies.
Robyn V. Evans
© 2003
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