Today I will be showing you a poem I wrote.
I hope you like it.
The sun climbs up out of bed,
smiling a smile that lights up the sky,
shining it’s light over the rocky mountaintops and canyons,
the only sound heard is the sound of an eagle,
soaring above to a long-forgotten place,
if only you had wings you could follow him,
but instead you stand there,
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
Now a quote from one of my previous poems,
“Watching day turn to night like a lamp, turned off, after little eyes gently close. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the last bird flying home.” -Kylli Berg