Emma Mcullough Poems

In emerald leaves where secrets hide,
A rainforest frog begins to slide,
With jeweled skin and eyes so soft,
Down the leaves of his lofty croft.
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Joy is a firefly that dances in the night;
He graces the darkness with a little light.
Though the winds roar and there is pouring rain;
When the sun rises he is dancing yet again!
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What is the life of a raindrop like I wonder;
When the clouds are their waters shedding.
What is it like to fly within the thunder;
Is it perhaps like sledding?
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Spiders, sure, are beautiful though hard to love,
They're not regal like a lion or graceful like a dove.
Some say they're creepy, some say they're just wrong;
If you think so we are singing the same exact song.
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With little fluttering wings they dance on the breeze,
In a cheerful little waltz they cling to the wind at ease.
Under tree and over sparkling water they play where they please,
And delight themselves in simple pleasures and tiny glees.
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My hair I put up behind my head with my hands,
I look over the gym floor to the director, the instruments in the stands.
I will do my best to float to the tune of the band.
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Poetry whispers secrets in a breathless breeze,
A dance of words that set the spirit free,
In every rhyme, a world begins to gleam,
A voice of soul, a fleeting, tender dream.
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