Random Words

Just writing without any sense of making sense.

Sky, grass, hills, mountains.

Trees, bushes, flowers, bees.

Words form things or places and or even human beings.

We use them to describe a thing, a book, a pencil, or a person.

You can also form sentences, in order to communicate something.

Where do words come from, I wonder?

And how is it, that my brain, can help me gain the use of a language?

The colors of the rainbow, we all love to see,

red, blue, yellow can create more colors.

Tall, skinny, chubby, wide, can be related to a person.

Lean and tall, strong and wide, and good for nesting,

could relate to a tree.

And here I am thinking about how words came to be.

English, Spanish, Italian and so forth.

Words, and more words, so many words, that come to mind. 

This is just nothing from something, my mind is boggled with 

too much thinking, and as they come I write them down.

And I write them down so randomly, not thinking much about

rhyming or rhythm, just to put them down in writing.

Balloons, parties, dances, concerts, and I could go on.

Water, slides, sand, shells, salt water, and so on.

Who would think that words could be more than just words.

For in the end, it creates art, in some sense, and will never be

just a word.  Each word will always have a new meaning to behold.

Be it valid or made up, to each their own.

Good day to you, and I will do, as much and head on home.