A glass of various colours can shine beautifully when the sun hits it just right. It dances and moves across the floor as if telling many a story to anyone that will listen with eager heart, mind and soul.
In the rain and dark, it tells a different story. The sound the rain makes as it dances upon it can tell stories from one genre to the next while the lack of sunlight gives it a look that seems far too different from the original - hard to tell it was the same, but it is.
The same designs. The same stories told in different speech and different tongue, but the same themes or meanings - same heart, mind and soul behind them.
The glass ceiling and walls are held strongly together; somehow managing to support anyone that sits inside of it for shelter, warmth or comfort. Or even for a good story.
For when it is rain or shine, it still has a story to tell.
Colours of the Rainbow
In the rain and dark, it tells a different story. The sound the rain makes as it dances upon it can tell stories from one genre to the next while the lack of sunlight gives it a look that seems far too different from the original - hard to tell it was the same, but it is.
The same designs. The same stories told in different speech and different tongue, but the same themes or meanings - same heart, mind and soul behind them.
The glass ceiling and walls are held strongly together; somehow managing to support anyone that sits inside of it for shelter, warmth or comfort. Or even for a good story.
For when it is rain or shine, it still has a story to tell.