Glowing In Grace
Shining are the stars,
Shooting in the sky
Staring is the Moon,
Standing like one who mourns
Spinning is the Sun,
Speeding as a lost son
Sparkling is a red rose,
Smelling in one’s nose
Swimming is a fish,
Shaking in a cage
Swelling is my boss,
Shivering in an old bus
Shooting is an arrow,
Showing in a road that is narrow
Singing are the nosy birds,
Selling their songs just to have bread
Snoring is one fat pig,
Sleeping as if he’s not big
Copyright © Obediah Waykay | Year Posted 2023
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