A star sounds like the crackling of 

a woodwick candle while laying on

your couch watching a movie

A whisper looks like driving down the 

road on a foggy day trying to see through

An idea coming to your mind is like

waking up from the perfect nap; 

refreshed and ready to go

White moves like the wind hitting 

your curtains, blowing them into

the house on a cold fall day

The swirl of loneliness sounds 

like the blue ocean hitting the 

sharp jagged rocks while 

standing at the edge looking out

If you turn hope on high, you 

will see bright shooting stars

When you tiptoe through the valley 

of happiness you may find a field 

of red and pink roses to frolic through 

while looking at a pink and orange sky