I walked up to the morning sun, thinking, the day has now begun. The birds above me, chirp and fly. Instinctual, not knowing why.
Chirp. Hum. Whistle. Scream.
They fly away, from the light that gleams.
Crow. Yell. Shoo. Flee.
Looking below, disgracing me. I wish I could fly, and be so free, touching the top of every tree. But thats not fair, and thats not me.
Wish. Dream. Cry. Yern.
Through every mountain, hill, or fern. The sky begins to take a turn. Watch it switch, watch it burn, watch it change, for that it yerns.
Darken. Grey. Flash. Dampen.
Growl. Clear. Set. Black.
The sky has now swallowed up the sun, and now the nighttime has begun. I pray, I see, I watch above. The star's they shine, giving me and all love.
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Book / Young Adult
Poem / Literary Fiction
Book / Fantasy
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