Do the stars ever glitter for a shooting moment,
Or do they do it out of their own beautiful nature?
Let your ears twinkle as they listen to a storyteller,
About a young passionate ready-to-be journalist,
A heart whose beat beats in rhythmic elegance,
Not for a selfish accidental snap of a finger,
Rather an earthly hug to encompass us all,
Sit around a campfire and listen to her whispers,
Benevolence for a tent to keep you sheltered,
Hike into the wildest forests to grow trees,
And as the moon bestows its glorious light,
We listen to poetic melodies behind bricks,
And as we applaud loudly for another day,
A shooting star creates this rainbow being.
Friday, 31stof July 2015