Every dawn whispers secrets untold,
Through skies painted in hues of gold.
Holding moments fleeting and fine,
Echoes of existence in a grand design.
Reflections dance on a serene stream,
Eternal visions, like a dream.
Amidst the quiet, beauty thrives,
Life's ethereal glow forever survives.

E - Each
T - time
H - her
E - eyes
R - reflect
E - endless
A – astral and serene
L - light

E - Effervescent whispers echo in the wind
T - Tranquil moonlight casts a serene spell
H - Hibiscus toss moonbeams
E - Emerald leaves shimmy
R - Radiant stars gleam in the night sky
E - Enchantment reigns
A - All seems right with the world
L - Love is a possibility

Evening is on the take
The sun herself senses it
Her heat is slipping away
Eclipsed by cold, arctic tendrils
Rilling through the fragile geography
Earth is a strong fighter though
Able to restore itself in serene defiance
Light she brings to keep night in its place

Every friend is sunshine
To exile the darkness
Haul away the hate
Every friend is lightning
Roses of lightning in dew
Easels of ease near oceans
A rare joy to behold
Let us go to the shore of serene!

I was walking around
the art store without my dad.
He was up at the front
talking to the manager.
I was wearing green and
I was really young.
I thought a tree would
blend in at the art store.
I could never really draw right
but I could create problems.
There was a man eyeing
me up and down.
His clothes covered in dirt.
A cigarette dripping from his mouth.
A hat that looked like it
was a shoe thrown at his head.
He had a bottle covered
in a brown paper bag.
He’d look left and right
before he’d take a swig.
He kept talking to me.
He kept asking me why won’t you answer?
I had no idea what he was saying.
He kept walking with me.
He said turn around and look at me.
I had so many questions in my mind as well.
Who punched you in the mouth!?
Can I do the same?
I couldn’t though…
I was just feeling anxious
and I felt sorry for him.
He kept winking at me.
He kept trying to get closer.
I don’t know why I waited so long
to go up to the front counter.
The cashier told him to leave.
My Dad never even noticed him leave.
Why is it so easy to create
problems in an art store?
It wasn’t me this time though!
This is why I stay in rural areas.