My Dawn

Ever look at the sunrise and just feel like you are apart of it?

I was pink,

Like the morning at rise,

With a smile so yellow,

And a stomach so orange,

Hands soft like fluff,

Dangling fat and white,

Over a bright blue pool,

I was a cloud creeping,

Across the sky.

 

I would come again,

At the click of dusk,

And grab on to the black stems,

Of oaks, maples, and pines,

And I could hear,

The crickets in the grass,

In such a musical stir,

And I could feel,

The earth breathe.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

I like your sunrises and sunsets. You paint well with your words.

Check definition for breath?

[Rachel Harper]

Thank you! And true, true - I will change it to breathe.

[Michael G.]

You're most welcome! No worries, it is a pretty common mistake. I remember it because you can hear the first "e" in breathe. So I add one to the end of the word.
Keep writing and have a great week.