When night leans in with velvet hands,
And hushes all the day’s demands,
A gentle calm begins to rise,
Like silver breath beneath the skies.
The world slows down, the shadows sway,
Soft echoes drift from far away,
And in the stillness, hearts can hear
The thoughts that hide when noise is near.
So linger here, where silence blooms,
Where moonlight paints the empty rooms,
And let the quiet softly show
The parts of you you rarely know.
It rains as you sit on the swings at the park,
you imagine the rain as tears from the clouds.
But the sky isn’t the only one crying, you are too.
It isn’t as simple as it seems.
You wipe away your tears and just live in the moment.
You feel a cold breeze along your shoulder.
It smells fresh, but warm.
It feels like you just ate a warm, hearty dish.
The night sky comforts you as you sit there, alone.
The moon looks like it’s looking down at you.
Not simply,
it’s looking down at you with grace and sympathy,
it’s looking for a way it can sit next to you and listen.
But all it can do is be there for you,
it’s not like it’s close enough to talk to you anyways.
That was always your perspective of the moon.
You never thought “The Man in The Moon”
was interesting at all,
because the moon is its own person.
It’s just like saying “The Girl in The Cloud”.
It’s the cloud crying down, not the girl inside it.
The rain stays with you,
just tears coming down to tell you that you aren’t alone.
So even when you think that you don’t make a change,
nature has its own way to tell you that you matter.
It just can’t speak.
Seasons change and you do too,
the past has passed and the present is present.
You used to play in the snow, but now you hold the leaves.
The dark orange leaves, the ones that look quiet inside.
They make you feel warm inside.
It’s a nice feeling, as if someone’s hugging you
after being under a nice warm blanket for hours.
You didn’t feel like that last year.
That’s because you changed, and this feeling?
This feeling will pass,
you won’t always feel that warmth.
So enjoy it, because it’ll probably leave.
It’s okay, maybe you’ll find another thing
that feels even more comforting.
I watch the stars as they glimmer above me,
I always wonder why the stars don’t come often.
Perhaps they’re busy.
Maybe they don’t like visiting but they come anyways
to make us happy.
I’ve always wondered why people were scared of the dark,
it’s so comforting and it just makes my brain spark.
I sit on the rooftop looking above,
it’s cold but my heart isn’t.
What would someone do without the night sky?
It wouldn’t let me think about anything,
like if comets really fly.
Even if they hide because they’re shy,
the stars just grab my attention.
It’s like they have some kind of tension.
The rooftop isn’t very comfy but the stars distract me.
Are the stars at work making others feel happy?
Are the stars grabbing a flashlight to shine?
Whatever it is, I’ll wait till they arrive!
I walk away as I forget what she’s done.
She tries to come but it drags her soul out
while I sway as I walk away.
You grab the flowers next to you, it reminds you of her.
As you look ahead there’s a coat, all in red.
It also reminds you of her,
how can a small action make a big tension
within one’s heart?
It’s like some kind of art, but it’s not appreciated.
Just like how she would mention
people not being seen fully,
I never understood what she meant by that.
She’s just like the colour red, just like a flower.
That’s all I see.
On Mondays I help my mom with cooking and cleaning
During my holidays I stay and help
And do what I ever to help my mom
When she’s sick I take care of my mom
I give her medicine and warm tea
Later on I sit and watch funny videos with my mom
I love my mom so much
Christmas jungles love her
Uranus Axial tilt makes it like it quilts
The coldness makes it have so much boldness.
Through the ways the cold wind aways.
You can hear the wind howling like a tiger growling.
The 98 degree axial tilt makes it like it weaves.
Some of the 28 moons sometimes have lagoons.
The bounce of gravity has a lot of ounce to it.
The swirling sphere can make disappear.
It is so much blue but it has so many true colors.
Eighty four Earth years can make you have time to go surfing