A sunny afternoon blocked by shade Made brighter by the wind, whisking everything away Though bits and pieces still- What’s new? There always will The sun seems so far off But the moon is green in envy Who else could compare to the beams of beauty? Because even after setting, making all those stares so jealous The sun will rise again, always so overzealous
This poem is written with my favorite word for the challenge! I think that's why I had so much fun writing it. Now I'm getting hyped for the other poems!!