As I put on the lion’s mask,
I felt a breeze of confidence pour into me, like a sinking ship.
I saw all the colours around me brighten up as my optimism grew.
I was feeling bold, brave and new as if I was indeed a lion.
I wish I could be like this always.
As I walked out in public I felt braver still,
like a lion sneakily looking for it prey,
Careful not to scare, or make a mistake – I was a Lion,
I was brave.
I wore the silver mask and saw
The bright reflection of the sun ,
The dark shadow of the clouds hiding from the moon
And the clouds that look like candy floss.
I wore the mask of sadness
and saw the crystal clear tears running down the faces of sad,
those worried ones asking for help
and the ones who are nervous who show their talent by preforming on stage.
I wore the blue mask and saw
The ocean looking back at me ,
The blue bench waiting for me to sit down
And the bluebells waiting for me to smell them.
I wore the mask of sadness
and saw the crystal clear tears running down the faces of sad,
those worried ones asking for help
and the ones who are nervous who show their talent by preforming on stage.
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