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By @unikyky25
SUNRISE
Amber, golden, glowing
Streaked across the sky
My mind slowing
Looking up high
On the soft grass
Watching the clouds
My head bowed
Peace at last
FALLING
Whoosh of the wind in my hair
Zooming down through the air
Lost my breath, gasping hard
If I land, I’ll be in shards
Heart is pounding faster now
I’m falling but I can’t allow
My heart to stop
GOLD
Gold is the smell of freshly baked bread
Gold is the taste of sweet candy
Gold is the feel of sequins and glitter
Gold is the sound of coins clinking
Gold looks like joy, shining bright
LAUGHTER
A fairy giggle
Tinkling, filling the air with joy and magic
A Santa laugh
Making everyone feel right at home
A maniacal guffaw
When people wonder what’s so funny
A happy chortle
That makes everyone want to laugh along
A joyous chuckle
Because there’s so many reasons to be happy
OUT THERE
Wonder what’s out there
Beyond my home
Is it really fair
That we can’t roam?
Wonder what I’ll see
If I go a bit further
Than beyond the trees
If I find wonder
And treasures galore
You’ll wish you had wandered
A little bit more
Further out there
Where the skies are blue
Don’t be scared
It’s the truth!
BEAUTY
Beauty is the tinkling of a young girl’s laughter
Beauty is a flower growing in the cracks in the sidewalk
Beauty is the way that man sings when no one’s looking
Beauty is when someone you walk past smiles at you
Beauty is the way those leaves fall softly to the ground
Beauty is when a friend hugs you, just because
Beauty is how the sun shines through the clouds
Beauty is remembering our hope through Christ
UNBORN
Just a little heartbeat, was all she was
We think no one sees her, but God sure does
Just a little bump on her mother right now
God’s still caring for her, though we can’t see how
A little life in there, not seen to me and you
But she’s still a person, that much is true
So how can people say, “I don’t want you, child”?
How can they kill one who has not yet smiled?
So let us fight for those who can’t yet fight
Let us remember God gives the unborn His light
Let us pray for those who don’t see the truth
For those who don’t care about those unborn youth
So don’t let anyone treat you with scorn
Just because you fight for God’s unborn
THUNDERSTORM IN THE ATTIC
A puddle on the attic floor
Rain streaks on the wooden door
It was a thunderstorm in the attic
Thunderous echoes booming
Lightning flashes looming
It was a thunderstorm in the attic
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