Sun in the Corner
The sun was setting on the distant horizon, with splendor that captured everyone’s eyes. But I noticed what it shone on, and noticing it’s beauty was truly my prize.
The sun was setting on the distant horizon, with splendor that captured everyone’s eyes. But I noticed what it shone on, and noticing it’s beauty was truly my prize.
Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say. Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
But I was wrong, it wasn’t the good that had left the room, but rather the feeling of evil had entered and hung like a thick black smoke over everyone and every thing. I can’t say that I have ever felt that way before, but it was a place to which not a soul I’d ever again wish to bring.
The other day, I went outside seeking a connection to the those now gone.
Specifically, I was looking for the one we loved, the one we call, John.
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.