The Container

February 06, 2007 The Container Contained around me is a wall you see. Thick layers of molten and rock are here. But the wind is what keeps bringing near. And the Stars keep telling me to be me. Shining down is a light that just might be. Followed by decades and decades of year! And swallowed up by all might for a fear! Whisked away they were shining as they flee. The Sun set ever so high. And the Moon peered out. You could reach the sky, And knew what it is all about. You do know it’s the restrainer? Collecting contents in the container! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007