A Unique Sight To See Are Summer
Birds Sitting In Winter Trees,
Chilled Winds Whistle--Creating High Voltages Of
Dopamine Which Wriggle Free In My Cells,
Evening Dwellers Soon Awake
Forcing Back The Day--Yet I Stay To
Gaze At The Black Canvas Of The Sky,
How Terribly I Wish To Paint The Stars
Ice White Paint Sits On My Palette; I Am Ready,
Just As I Dip My Brush Dawn Returns
Kinder Blazes On The Horizon--Yet I Create
Lonely Stars Sit--Three To Be Exact--Are
My Creation--And They Greet The Day Dwellers,
Nodding Hello As They Slip Back Into The Blue
Over The Whispy Clouds They Dance,
Politely They Smile And Wave Goodbye And
Quietly They Disappeared,
Rain Rolled Down My Cheeks But I Am Happy,
Silently I Smiled As I Trodded Back To The Trees
The Summer Birds Still Singing,
Uniting With The Bone Chilling Air
Valiant They Weather The Winter On The
Winding River--Their Melody Tingling Under My
Xiphoid Process,
Yielding To Express My Gratitude I Watch As They
Zig-Zag Through The Winter Trees

Figures Stand Stone Still In Stained Glass Windows,
Yet Their Colors Sway To My Lone Voice

Vultures Soar Under The Eye Of The Sun,
Yet They Pause Just To Enjoy The Sound

Butterflies Flutter In The Hue Of Dusk,
And Then Are Lulled To A Gentle Slumber From My Despair

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I Was Made From Pollen And Brittle Beige Petals,
My Blood Was Created From Silver Dewdrops,
My Eyes Were Made From Two Summer Leaves,
And My Lips Were Created By Ripe Strawberries,
I Feed Off Of The Sun And I Am Anchered In Soil,
Yet There Is Always The Threat Of Being Plucked,
Of Being Put Into A Vase Just For Show,
But I Will Wilt Because I Am No Longer Rooted,
To The Earth's Resonating Crust

SydneyVictoria