Under the White Arches

Under the White Arches

Under the white arches

that reach the sky,

a yellow man smiles

and a sad blue girl cries.

An old green man

wearily stretches and lies

under the white arches.

Under the white arches

the little orange things play

and the haughty purple mistress reflects on the day.

The violet-eyed children

say, “Everything is okay

under the white arches.”

Under the white arches

the little robin bird

sings of all he has seen and heard

at a grand meeting,

where all hear his words,

under the white arches.

Under the white arches,

warm under the sun,

is a place for joy, for peace, for fun.

And each day

is a bright and colorful one

under the white arches.