Colorful Secrets

I see them

sitting in

the trees

Do you see

them too?

Look how colorful

they are!

They are lit

up with secrets

stolen from

the night

They sing and

chatter about

dreams best

forgotten

The forest

bustling like a

marketplace of

olden times

I wander through

it with secrets

of my own

Hidden they were

by night now

visible for any

interested in

acquiring them

The would be

customers whistling

and chirping with glee

Are the colors

bright enough to

entice a purchase?

Does the forest

pay or simply

strip me of

my belongings?

My secrets

for all to

see

Does it pay

the price?

Do I wonder

further seeking

my heart to be

lessened of its

burden?

Will I be a thief

that shines in

the morning?

I will sleep well

tonight with a

hopeful guise

Dreaming of the

morning that

will see me soar