5,840

5,840 is a poem I wrote about a friend of mine who only lived long enough to see that many sunrises and sunsets in his 16 years of life.

How could you only see so few?
They are beautiful.
The golden yellow and orange
Mixing with reds.
The rays reaching and stretching
To touch everything green.
Your pores of skin feel the tingle
Of warmth as well.
You can hear the birds chirping and
Fluttering to the picturesque view.
But the settings with hints
Of purple and blue are
Even more spectacular.
Oh yes!  The stars!
Brilliant white on a black scape.
How could you only see so few?

Reviews

[deeps]

This one is so beuatiful and wonderful.
Very well written and I like the imagery I got with this write as well.