There is something happening
The clouds try to run from it
The trees that out look to the pedestrians
Dupree, sad, low branches warn them

First the ruffles in the trees
They don’t try to hold up against these demanding winds
Relaxing is the only option

Then the clouds draw closer together
Cuddling like toys in a small toy box
Looking back there is nothing but black

Finally the shaking of the ground
People turn in shock
Scream in surprise
The wind howls and roars

Even before you reach shelter
It’s over

Fluffy white clouds separate
After the sign of the end of the storm
The trees are thankful for the end of the rush

There is still a strong push from the wind
But it’s gentle like a mother’s touch
The song has changed from a
Powerful, loud song
To a
Joyful, calm song

Could you please move? Dude! OK you need to seriously move. Every single time they throw us in here with out even thinking about it. I bet you that every single color of the rainbow is in here. Oh GOOD! She’s taking us out finally! I wonder what color she is picking this time? Pink? Blue? Orange? White? Most of the time she picks exciting colors, and lucky Mr. Clear gets to leave every time. There is a certain way she does her nails each time so Mr. Clear gets a free be. And the winner is… Yes!! She’s picking me! I can finally move out of this cramped place. Some times she picks 50 different colors because she can never decide. Not saying that it’s not a bad thing, you get some space from other colors. Did you know that every color has it’s own personality? Blue expresses that you are calm and are in a good mood. Green expresses that you are in a crazy mood and are rambunctious. Pink (that’s me) expresses that you are an outgoing person with an awesome attitude, and sometimes a very loud person. Maybe that’s why at times she pick a million colors at one time, she’s in different moods. Personally, I think that a great combination of colors would be blue and pink. One because, you can be a mix being in a calming and outgoing mood at the same time. Also, because I have a little bit of a crush on blue and as long as she has us on, we get to talk. Anyways, here she goes. Each brush is like a brush of personality into your life. Then… JUST LIKE THAT! You’re finished. Then you have to take responsibility of not running in any walls, or getting you finger caught in something. I hope that it’s a good start to you’re week, a little bit more of personality on your fingertips. Now, back into the cramped box with EVERYONE ELSE. That’s how it goes until the next time she pulls us out again.