Some days are yellow.
Some are blue.
On different days I'm different too.
You'd be surprised how many ways
I change on Different Colored Days.
On Bright Red Days how good it feels
to be a horse and kick my heels!
On other days I'm other things.
On Bright Blue Days I flap my wings.Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown.
Then I feel slow and low, low down.Then comes a Yellow Day and Wheeee!
I am a busy, buzzy bee.
Gray Day....Everything is gray.
I watch. But nothing moves today.
Then all of a sudden I'm a circus seal!
On my Orange Days that's how I feel.
Green Days. Deep deep in the sea.
Cool and quiet fish. That's me.
On Purple Days I'm sad. I groan.
I drag my tail. I walk alone.
But when my days are Happy Pink
it's great to jump and just not think.
Then come my Black Days. MAD. And loud.I howl. I growl at every cloud.
Then comes a Mixed-Up Day. And WHAM!I don't know who or what I am!
But it all turns out all right, you see.
And I go back to being...me.
sometimes i just want to cry.
find a quiet corner where nobody can see or hear my sobs.
today our little neighbor girl was being chased, as usual, by her big brother, and she wiped out on the street.
oh my- did she ever wail and howl.
i envied her.
i envied the abandon with which she entered in to her sorrow- the way she threw back her head and screamed- and the way the storm passed as quickly as it had come.
i want to set aside the pollyanna aura that surrounds me- in all its pinky-yellow sweetness- and yield to the darkness...the black days. MAD. and LOUD. and HOWL AT EVERY CLOUD.