The Sun rose, I
felt the ray of light
fall on me.
The wind blew, I
stood strong not
bothering.
The flowers
bloomed, that
pretty sight
amazed me.
I looked up and
saw the moon
gather and gleam
my memories.
Looked up every
night to see past
it.
I saw the moon
shine bright every
night.
And then one day
I stopped looking
up.
- Anonymous