A special, cute, and fuzzy poem inspired by the sun rising each new day alive. |
-Sun Rolling High- by Keaton Foster Break the sky Crack it wide Sun rolling high Beauty so defined Splendidness enshrined Burning the blackness away Changing every impossible shade Clearing the way For another chance at change Heavenly, so inclined Godly, so intertwined Sun rolling high Warming our thin skin Shinning our heavy eyes Touching our insides Lending us more time alive Saying, without a sound This will all be just right The only identifiable God The only one of certainty The only one thus I believe Blasphemy, never so true The sun will come for us It will rise from the edge It will break the horizon Climbing from the darkness Bringing an abundance of light Erasing the darkness from sight Leaving us unafraid Burning away all of our pain Teaching us that it’ll be ok At least for the sum of that day Sun rolling high Each new day it comes Time dictates the cycle We cannot extend it We cannot for go it We can do absolutely nothing Except of course live it There are many of unique things Far more than I’ll ever admit That honor the same system Of such give and take When faith is not possible When God is a stranger All that is left for us Is what he created And what endures Regardless and in despite of us… Sun Rolling High Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |