Were I able to spend my days,
Curled up under the stars,
I would watch the distant chimneys,
Billow like giant cigars.
I would dig my fingernails,
into the dampened grass,
and watch while the nearby Church window,
Glitters, as does stained glass.
I'd watch as house lights go dim,
See the candles get blown out,
Then marvel at how small the world is,
From my glorious hilltop lookout.
The sun would be so proud of me,
He'd bow, full of delight.
But as he dips his fiery head,
On goes my bright flashlight.
The sky is stained like cranberry,
And grape juice mixed together.
And sitting right on heaven's brow,
A star, in perfect weather.
A little beacon above my head,
Its dazzling light aflare.
The North Star blithely winks at me,
As if it need not care.
Were I able to spend my days,
Curled up under the stars,
I might just reach enlightenment,
As I contemplate what is ours.
For I am nothing but a piece,
In this Grand Scheme of Things,
Though when I see the world in motion,
My heart undoubtedly sings.
--Written by -RoseByAnotherName-
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