Stories and Tales

I hear a story of happiness And I want it for my own. The flowers bloom A pretty pink And the sky gives way to the Son I hear a tale of peace And dream of how it might be. The overhanging clouds A fluffy white And the plane that lets it be I hear a story of gentleness And wish it could be me. The bird Singing a tune with out defect And the sound of sweet melody I hear a tale of chaos And wish it weren’t mine The busy streets With life running through And the absence of enough time