He held out his hand
And drew lines between the stars.
Dot to dot,
He joined up the constellations.
He painted the colours of dawn and dusk,
He lifted up the moon at night.
The earth sat in one of his palms
And the entire universe in the other.
He was gravity;
Stopping people from losing all direction.
He poured petroleum over the sun,
To help it burn stronger and brighter.
He calmed the sea
But made waves with just one whisper.
He captured all the beauty in the World
With a blink of an eye.
He had the power of armies in his chest
But only oxygen on his shoulders.
He could be whatever he wanted
And he chose to be himself.
By holly boyd
Sorry for not updating for ages ): please could you comment your favourite of my poems so that I can get some more inspiration? x
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