1.2.3 I can't see

When the birds were chirping,

Bees were dancing maddeningly in the morning dew,

Scarlets were puzzling among the pure white daisies,

Zebra-crossing was wondering,

Cotton candies were blowing bubbles,

Baby Moore was sleeping,

Day Dreaming was too often,

Paper cut wasn't too deep,

Broken glass was still there,

Teddy bear was sweetened,

Rainbow was arching over the other rainbow,
She gazed out of the window,

Looking for a sense of certainty.