Light
The sun comes down through the dark clouds
The lights go out on a melancoly hill
The dark comes when the light is out of bounds
The light decays in my hands like a disolving pill
Light doesn't last a day or two
Light is a sacred treasure that is worthy
Light is brighter than the shine of a moon
Light has to be kept stable and sturdy
There's a light in our hearts that shine
But our hearts need to be at one
The light in our hearts need to be intertwined
We can't let light decay at none
Though cloudy weather and the dim sky
The light in our hearts fly
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world