Is the string cut

Or just loose enough

To fly freely with wind

Wander to and fro

With the flow of the ocean

Passion of fire

Constant of earth

A jewel to admire

A fantastical poem?

Let me spin you a tale

Of a world everyday

That tells different tales

It promises sunsets with orange,

Glow and eminate from spirt

Blue, red, yellow purple

Can you now start to hear it?

Green, violet, seacrest

Whites like iris

Beige-Grey stormcloud

Black of nightshade

The sky says hello in this world

On every single day

And depending how it feels

It even changes its shade

It’s much like the humans

And the lights they reflect

So the darkness within them

Is cast on ground like a vest

But it’s merely a puppet

To foreshadow the glow

Tell me a fantastical story, yes?

Well, I know where I’ll go

I’ll go to the memories

Of touching the spirt

When the world and its beauty

Makes its daily grand appearance

If shadows could deattach

Then they would just dissipate

For shadows are just stories

Reflecting the love we create