Down rain filled gutters
into little streams
I skipped beside
my paper boat
following my dreams
I freed it by the river
under the willow tree
my little boat a quiver
swirled off to the sea
A sea of emotion
was soon to ebb and flow
if it ever made the ocean
I would never know
Twirling through rainwater
rushing down streams
I'm trying hard to stay afloat
on my paper boat
of dreams
©Rose
