'Twas a beautiful umbrella
a bright, warm red
covering me like a secure shell
in sun and rain and storm
I peeped out at the world
all snug and cosy in my umbrella.
Scorching sun, pelting rain and devastating storm
made my umbrella faded, tattered
it has holes in it now.
I stand, clutching my holey- umbrella
peeping out at the world
Today, I believe it to be
as snug, as cosy
as secure, as warm
as beautiful, as bright, and as red.