BUILDING MY HOUSE

I like white stones, blue stones even purple stones,

Polished, shinning and beautiful,

I don’t like them dark or grey,

Rugged, dull and unpleasant.

I tire and sweat building my mansion,

These colored stones are large and heavy,

But they fit so perfectly,

One on top of the other.

I blended the architect and the mason,

The mason can calibrate straight lines,

The architect can align the stones,

They both strum the same strings.

My neighbors laugh at my structure,

They say the edges are still rugged,

They don’t like the shape of my roof,

But I just beat the wrath of the laden clouds.