Mossy green eyes to yours of rich brown soil;
We embody the earth on which we build.
We’ve planted seeds, watched them sprout.
Our forest will be full in the years to come.

To anyone who voted for my poem “Starshine,” thank you!

“All the constellations, they no longer hold a piece of you / now I can finally say that I stopped looking for that piece of you.” - Piece of You by Joji and Giveon