Will the rain wash away-
the ash of today?
Water reflects the land-
that's fragile like sand.
Do you really understand?
Will the promise of tomorrow,
keep the world from sorrow?
Or must we continue to borrow,
from what isn't ours?
All of the days short hours,
will be gone in the blink of an eye.
Soon the moon, will be high in the sky.
Reflected back at me,
I see myself through the sea.
My traits written in the stars,
I think back to the planet far from mars.
Where dreams weave themselves into reality.
Here are some of my ideas for challenges for next year!
1.) Write about life on another planet in poetry or prose.
2.) In poetical or lyrical format, write about climate change/rising problems such as that.
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