Growing up in a city, Stars are a rare sight.
Sure you see the bright ones, but there arent many.
Sitting in this country field tonight
I layed down and watched the sky fade from blue,
to pink, to gold, to navy, to black.
The bugs came out, singing their songs,
and I thought of all the things a city lacks.
The constillations and stars I never new existed,
the natural visuals to acompony their music,
The trees dancing in the light wind,
And the ballet nature choreographs to it.
Its am amazzing thing to see,
Night in the country side, I mean.
Everybody should do it once,
just to be able to say it's something they've seen.
YOU ARE READING
A Glance Into My Mind
Thơ caPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
