The Ball Who Was Afraid to Bounce

There was a ball who was afraid of bouncing up too high.

He had a fear of heights, you see, afraid he’d bump the sky.

Instead, he rolled upon the ground to see what he could see.

But all the grass got in his way, and he could not roll free.

He tried to bounce just down--not up, but only then to find,

With every down he went--an up just followed close behind.

He was so sad, afraid to bounce, afraid to bounce at all.

What would he do? Who would he be if not a bouncing ball?

He must be brave and not afraid to even touch the sky.

He thought, if God had made him so, he must, at least, just try!

He found a smooth place free from bumps, and with his bouncing might,

He bounced a bounce of highest high, to the very highest height.

 He found he didn't bump his head! The sky was not too low.

So, he became a bouncing ball! Forever he was so!

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The Lost Feather

There was a feather on the ground beneath the overpass.

It was a feather that I found half-hidden in the grass.

 It sparkled in the sun light. How could it not be seen?

It must have fallen in the night, or sometime in between.

 I felt I could not keep it. It truly wasn’t mine.

I'd try to find the owner. I'd give the birds a sign.

I took it home to be with me and tied a ribbon on it.

I tied it high up in a tree, a sign to show I found it!

I watched it in the sunshine, then in some rainy weather.

But no one came to tell me, that they had owned this feather.

So, I took it to my room, to live with me in there.

I tied it to my window 'cause it's happy in the air.

 Perhaps the feather wasn't lost but simply left behind.

A gift to help me dream my dreams . . . left just for me to find.

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A Little Thunder