Sometimes the sun
is too bright
And too far
To follow.
Sometimes a rose
Is too small
And too pitiful
To pick.
And sometimes I see better
By the light of the moon
And dance easier
On the green, green grass.
When I look up I’d like
To see stars and a sky
So dark it could
Swallow me whole.
And when I lay still
I hear crickets
Wondering aloud
If they’ll ever get home.
Fulmore Middle School
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