The Voice of Our Star
Bumblebee’s soar through
The doors of spring.
Sharp icicles melt pools,
Of crisp, elegant, water
That sprinkles the ground before them.
While the wind whistles its tune;
The sun emits black rays.
People rise up, enjoying each day,
As if it were their last.
The sun emits black rays.
Daises bloom, sprouting
Its marvelous colors.
The sweet aroma of the Earth-
Fills the sky.
Brisking their wings-
The clouds veer closer. THUNDER howls-
Into the night.
Shouting its anger-
Snow crackles upon the footsteps of the people who,
Are
Concerned, gathering to listen.
The leaves start to flutter away in the gust of winds.
Specks of fire fall to the darkness.
Azalea petals sail off on another journey,
Across the globe.
Melancholy looms
The clouds hover the sky
Water pushes and pulls of the coast
People lay at rest taking,
Their last breaths of the day.
The once bright, baby blue sky is now purple.
The once vibrant autumn leaves
Disappear.
The once radiant trees
Shiver to the flow of wind,
As the day turns to dawn.
The sun emits black Rays.
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