The Tricolour
The tricolour unfurls in all its glory,
Dancing on the free winds,
Of a blue sky
It shows it's pride and love,
Through the stitches and embroidery

Freely it will always stay,
Meaning more than others are willing to say
Powerful and old,
It has such a story

But will the story be big and gory
Or will it be small and happy
Will it be told with a smile
Or shared with tears

Oh how this tricolour brings mystery
With the history scarcely known
But powerful and peaceful
While becoming friends with the soft clouds
© Kylie Dekens