I made it through the night The dawn danced It glimmered and showed me light

I made it through the night Shadows are now fought All that seemed wrong is now right

I made it through the night Why is it still dim? I thought I won this fight…

Did I make it through the night Did darkness win No I’ll find hope I’ll look to the light

I found the courage within With each night Comes a new day to begin

I made it through the night

It’s morning in the mountains The sun peeks through the pine After the quiet night Where the moon and stars shine When the hoot owls hoot And the screech owls screech So much quieter than The ocean roar at the beach

The birds start chirping But there’s no other sound Other than the chipmunks Running around And the rush of the water In the babbling brook Plus the caws of the crow And the big old rook

The wind through the trees Makes a faint rustling Then the squirrels begin Their morning tussling The woods in the mountain Has its morning routine In its own little way It’s like the city bustling

The animals and the water The wind through the trees Are the happy sounds Of the place I like to be A peaceful mountain morning Sounds happy and free It’s a time and a place That I love to be

Pink clouds

Orange sky’s

Blue fonts

Laid-back people

Shining the sun

More or less

Flying birds

Flying across us

Flying towards me

Flying to my heart

Fight or flight you ask

Ride or die I am

Sad nor sorrow

Happy like lads

Stuck like glue

Stuck from you

Runing along

Catching up

Floating and so on

I kept you in mind

To see the signs

My heart flys right past

With the birds of a feather

Trees curl like we do

The moons sets the sun rises

The sun yawns the moon flowers

Flowers like the flowers on the river

Lily pads like stepping stones to me that you used

I felt it too

I know you felt it too

The start is a open door we walked through

A shooting of an arrow through my heart

A looney listening to toons

Thinking of you

Led me to bloom

“Here,” He said, handing me a s’more. “Thanks,” I flashed my teeth at him. It smelt delicious. “Do you always come here?” I ask. “Not all the time, but this view is incredible, so I find time to sneak away and come here.” “Is this where you’ve been the whole time? I thought you were cheating on me.” “Never,” He smiled sincerely, then reached out to grab my hand, intertwining our hands together. The sunset painted a pretty picture of warmth, the Gold, pink, and purple beams of clouds covering the sky. This day was the color Gold. The warmth of his bundled body next to mine, his hand intertwined with mine, and the wonderful sunset, I felt alive. “Thank you for taking me here.” “Your welcome, was it as gorgeous as you imagined?” “More so. I expected just a pretty view but this was spectacular.” “It’s so pretty.” He said, while obviously looking at me. I smiled, then had a train of thought, “We should make matching bracelets the colors of our eyes.” “That sounds wonderful.” “Really?” I ask, squinting at him, hoping he’s being serious. “Yes. In fact we can head back if you’d like and make them now.” I smiled, “You trickster! I want to stay here longer please,” I pleaded like a child. “Okay, let’s stay here longer.” “Yay!” I squealed, then rested my head on his.

So we stayed there in our Gold day for longer. 🌟🌟

sometimes i wonder if we’ve been lied to and the sky is really just a giant painting and that plane isn’t actually moving it’s simply pinned up there, tiny, and the people are little stick figures and if i could fly i would soar higher and higher, until my hands grazed the sky and it’d be a giant watercolor canvas.

You can see the beautiful colorations of the sunset as the birds sing their good night song.

The wind blows in your face as your walking down the path.

Then it’s dark, and the birds have ended their song.

Look upon the sky. It's peaceful ain't it? Ever wonder where's your peacefully time? The suffering you can go through just by a day. Feeling like you beneath someone? Stare into the sky. It's beautiful. You're beautiful in your own way. Whenever you feel like you're not. Tell your self that every day. Just by staring at the sky by dawn. Want to know why it's peaceful? The quietness. The times you can actually think for once. The tears you can share by yourself. The feeling you seek just by staring at the sky by dawn.

My life can be use against me ppl they talk about me I just walking away today weak ppl are talking about my family and my sister and ppl are I just want me to yelling at ppl why that’s the problem why

Wind sweeps over my feet The fresh sun warms my face I am still Listening to the birds I fill all gazes with my beauty While aging peacefully

My day is going very well and sometimes I get lost and the night everyone is dependent on me you and those who love me will never leave I’m trying to get my life together sometimes gotta do let go and let god work it out and ingroning those who get to me stay away form them and listen to me