My younger sister was assigned to write a Shakespearen sonnet, and even though I hate poems I've decided to attemp at writing one. Because I think I found a topic that could be fun to write about.
I'm not a writer, at all. But I love to attempt to try the other side of the arts spectrum other than photography and studio art.
Stella Cadente
She looked to the sky, and in the heavens
Shinning bright as day, a falling blue star
Jane ten years old, going on eleven
Watched softly as the star fell afar
On a shooting star, they said, "make a wish"
But I always forget, no one tells you
the star only last for a moment-ish
The forgetfulness to make the wish, too
But my eyes see beauty beyond compare
Wishes don't matter, when compared above
The one above who holds every prayer
Who is the author of joy, hope, and Love
Jane ten years old, going on eleven
Aware of all His magisty and grace
Sees there is no place on earth like Heaven
A place with Christ Jesus, one to embrace
The true King who was, is, and is to come
Forever puts awe in us and then some
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