modest shore
(I was looking through my old memory stick from school and I found one of the first pieces of poetry I had wrote, it was only a few months into me beginning to learn poetry. It’s quite nostalgic looking back to simpler times.)
Underneath the sky so blue,
I sit and watch the day anew.
Trees they sway, and birds they sing,
A simple peace, the day does bring.
The sun shines bright, the grass so green,
A calming sight, a lovely scene.
But soon the day turns into night,
And darkness comes to claim the light.
The stars appear, the moon shines high,
A different beauty in the sky.
I close my eyes and drift away,
Dreaming of another day.
pure pewter