Six suns around my head
burning bright...
Sitting in English class,
Told to write a poem...
A tropical sun rising over a frozen landscape,
Emerging from behind the clouds...
The sapphire-dazzling ocean
Its a branch of my years...
Thundering down the mountain side
So powerful yet so beautiful...
As the warmth of the bright sun glows
And water flows as the wind blows...
The beauty that surrounds me
yet nobody can see...
Dewdrops settle softly
on unfurling crimson...
Wings made of fire spread largely to answer gods...
Graceful answers shriek amongst forgotten places...
Why is the grass green?
Why is the sky blue...
Like the first blossom on a tree,
you were the first flower in my heart, it's first...
Like the first blossom on a tree,
you were the first flower in my heart...