Burned Out Sun
A race towards the sun
To become number one
Less congested
Can finally breath
Maybe teaching others of its kind
To be kind
Let your hollow heart keep the animals safe and warm
While intimidating predators
To block out the fun
Takes years of practice
To perfect patience
But whats the perfect tree?
Should it be cloned?
Breaking mother natures habit
Why judge
Just take in its fine qualities
That deep down we envy
Almost as green as ivy
That's trying for the race as well
Unfortunately always a few steps behind
But when the moon switches places
The trees go back to a humble state
No time to shoot for stars
Need to rest up for the big race...of tomorrow...
Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014
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