A Speech from the Swaying Sky by Ava B. G8
The soft colors of amber grabs my attention like
The sunset wants a moment just with me, an appearance so priceless
Like little colors of treasures
That mother nature has lent us and is sinking
Away at the dawn of night, where in
Bland sight, a memory is formed, and as the
Day comes to an end; the sunset glistens on the lovely sand
Quote: “Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.”