By: Anyssa Q. 

Oh the stars,far more ancient than I,

As ancient as land,

As ancient as sky.

Oh the planets that twirl and that twist

Above my head-

in an endless abyss. 

I look above, as you look below.

At Synthetic screens of cellphones-

Poison your psyche and sight til' you're blind,

while I bend my neck and

rediscover the sky.