Aloha, there! Today I have a poem for you. This is not the weird post I promised, but that post isn't finished, and I really need to post. So, here I have the poem I entered into Mirra's poetry contest. You can enter the contest here. So here's my poem!
The Sky, by Danielle
The sky is up above us all.
It is much farther than a wall.
It changes every minute, day,
For it is never the same way.
It is much farther than a wall.
It changes every minute, day,
For it is never the same way.
Sometimes it is a bright, bright blue,
With puffy clouds that like to move.
It then grows darker than darkest black.
Stars shoot by as on a racetrack.
With puffy clouds that like to move.
It then grows darker than darkest black.
Stars shoot by as on a racetrack.
Constellations swirl together.
Clouds that are as light as feathers
Will block their bright silvery white shine,
And Moon will lie inside his shrine.
Clouds that are as light as feathers
Will block their bright silvery white shine,
And Moon will lie inside his shrine.
Some other times the sky grows dark,
But this time for lightning to spark.
Thunder booms like pounding footsteps
It’s a giant to his doorstep.
But this time for lightning to spark.
Thunder booms like pounding footsteps
It’s a giant to his doorstep.
Clouds will turn a deep, deep purple,
They’ll swirl together in turmoil.
And then big, fat drops of water fall.
Don’t worry some are very small.
They’ll swirl together in turmoil.
And then big, fat drops of water fall.
Don’t worry some are very small.
Then gray clouds will clear up,
And Sun will tip like a teacup,
To pour his golden light upon us
To light the world like he must.
And Sun will tip like a teacup,
To pour his golden light upon us
To light the world like he must.
Soon Sun begins to shrink below.
The clouds line up in a neat row.
The edge turns red, yellow, pink, orange,
And Sun and Moon start to exchange.
The clouds line up in a neat row.
The edge turns red, yellow, pink, orange,
And Sun and Moon start to exchange.
~Danielle
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