By Olivia Crawford
Silence
Total complete silence
The world is bathed in beige
As the moon rules the sky
Then
A drip
A drop
From the stream water plops
Over rocks it will hop
Bubbling merrily on its way
A pop of color springs up
As the moon begins to lower
And a bird sits up
And sings
A song
And calls his friends along
They fly up high
Bringing color to the sky
As they sing
A Merry song
As the sun gets up
The wind the birds made
Blows across the ground
It’s the musical wind
That sways the beige flowers
And turns them into poppies
Tasting of the finest sugar
And comes into many colors
Smelling of the bubbling brook
It crossed in the forest
A village it sees
Over a hill
And takes no time to reach it
The children wish it could stay to play
And race across the fields
For some it feels soft
For some it feels rough
But for others it's the finest silk
And with flowers it bids goodbye
And leaves with the sound of chimes trailing behind it.
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