I wished upon the flying toad
To write a poem
Strong and bold
The wish fell off and started to roam
So here is my poem I sit and write
It’s short and sweet
It’s all I have , try as I might
Just a stupid little tweet

A cloud fell upon my head
Heavy it was
So through my nostrils
I inhaled the sights and sounds
Of the untamed forest
The trees , the birds , the unknown
Lifted my heart
Like a butterfly taking flight
Then in the transition
The cloud let go of it’s black sinister
And rainbows form  
With sunshine shining into my soul
Like a field of golden buttercups.
From there I flew
Through riptides and cyclones
And reached my successes
Only to be stopped by death

Written by E. M . Rushton
June 11th 2019 ©️