A Thousand Blue Eyes
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field of green sun,
The garden comes to life with the wind in its lungs.
The rain starts up like a child, gentle and sweet,
Before rearing up bitterly and coming in sheets.
The flowers rear back as their petals are bruised.
The leaves of the grass become torn and abused.
But then it all passes, and the storm goes away,
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field full of day. 
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Dusk

Like a father's gentle touch,
The sunset slowly fades.
The striking colors disappear
In a sweet farewell to day.
A music box, the crickets come,
A shadowed symphony.
The moon shines like a lantern,
Keeping stars good company.
A breeze begins to gently blow,
Chilling the newfound night.
Creatures tuck their young to bed,
And await the morning light.

May 24, 2008

Formerly called "Twilight"- before I had even heard of the popular book/movie series- this is something I wrote at the end of my Freshman year in high school.