AL LI SDARK All is Dark
All is quiet. Shrouded in the azure blanket that precedes golden rays, The earth waits for its lantern. Motionless as a photograph, Every plant remains still And watches for a signal. Graceful green vines grope tree trunks As they hold their breath, Hoping for nutrition and life. Wait for fate. Wait for fate. Snap. Oh destiny, you remain unforgiving! Brown branches break the silence And their sweet suffering disturbs the peace with purpose. A golden spear peers over the horizon. Sharply caressing the deep skies and twinkling balls of fire, It brings undefined certainty to the dim. All was dark. All was quiet. Light is coming -Alexandra Hightower, 12 “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.� ~William Wordsworth
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