Nya.Perry

Everything is prettier on the beach.

Sometimes I think my joy is spread across the world.
It’s hidden in tiny cracks and crevices.
It’s behind waterfalls and in rays of sun seeping through curtains.
I don’t think I’ll ever find it all, but that’s ok.

The sun is an artist, who paints in light and heat,

 bringing color to the clouds and life to the earth

Its rays cut through the clouds and shine down onto the earth bringing life and warmth 

Marie and Victoria were, well, dead. They lived not on earth but in the ever expanding caverns of the underworld.

As the raindrops fall against my skin, my worries and troubles start to thin
I turn my face up to the sky and just smile and close my eyes
The cool summer rain brings thoughts of the past
Of hopping frogs and sparkling green grass

My eyes flutter open, my mind still somewhere among last nights dreams, and when my eyes open fully, they fall upon mountains upon mountains of gold, jewels and treasure beyond anyone's wildest dreams, and as I see this, a disappointed groan escapes