Sunny Day

Dappled light filters in. 

Patterns dance across the walls. 

Illuminating the dents and cracks, 

But hiding the deep color. 

 

As the wind flows,

The light jumps to a different stance. 

It finds a new crack. 

It highlights a different crevice. 

 

The design shifts and changes. 

With every gust it moves,

But one thing remains the same,

The deep beautiful wall. 

 

No movement with the wind. 

No shift with the sun. 

The wall stands:

Tall, Proud, Strong. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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