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.