Nov 2011
Quick Ways of describing the moon with a poetic aptitude of felicity.
The silver glow struck my eyes, flowing through my body, making me stand in awe underneath itself.
The natural lighthouse guided my way through the haze, releasing my inner imagination.
The white hue echoed through the clouds, lighting up the stagnant air.
The whispy clouds covered the moon in a thin veil, concentrating their efforts on dismissing it's effort to shine.
Quick ways of describing the sun
The fiery ball of death awakened our planet with life, turning fire and flames into rivers and green grass.
The light felt warm against my skin, as I laid there, feeling the warm sun, trying to fathom the vast distances that lied between it and us.
The destroyer of worlds, the hellfire from above, the golden globe of hope and all things that are good, the ambiguous sphere of giving... The Sun
The Sky would not be blue, nor the grass green, nor would the cacophony of cold harsh winds batter against your house, as you sat reverent of the warm sphere, watching it's pubescent sunrise and it's aging sunset, as you behold, the greatness of the sun.
Quick Ways of describing the Universe
The bright stars shined through the sky, escalating man's need to know, to explore, pushing him to release his inner genius and become great.
The firmament sits there, a endless black chalkboard, smeared with nebulae and brushed with black holes, and glittered with stars.
The Earth sat there alone, waiting for consolation, waiting for a spark, and then she opened her eyes, and all the Universe was bestowed upon her, burning beauty into her brain and soul.
The silver glow struck my eyes, flowing through my body, making me stand in awe underneath itself.
The natural lighthouse guided my way through the haze, releasing my inner imagination.
The white hue echoed through the clouds, lighting up the stagnant air.
The whispy clouds covered the moon in a thin veil, concentrating their efforts on dismissing it's effort to shine.
Quick ways of describing the sun
The fiery ball of death awakened our planet with life, turning fire and flames into rivers and green grass.
The light felt warm against my skin, as I laid there, feeling the warm sun, trying to fathom the vast distances that lied between it and us.
The destroyer of worlds, the hellfire from above, the golden globe of hope and all things that are good, the ambiguous sphere of giving... The Sun
The Sky would not be blue, nor the grass green, nor would the cacophony of cold harsh winds batter against your house, as you sat reverent of the warm sphere, watching it's pubescent sunrise and it's aging sunset, as you behold, the greatness of the sun.
Quick Ways of describing the Universe
The bright stars shined through the sky, escalating man's need to know, to explore, pushing him to release his inner genius and become great.
The firmament sits there, a endless black chalkboard, smeared with nebulae and brushed with black holes, and glittered with stars.
The Earth sat there alone, waiting for consolation, waiting for a spark, and then she opened her eyes, and all the Universe was bestowed upon her, burning beauty into her brain and soul.
