Morning: Lite By Fire

Look at the sky its lite by fire.

Lite by a blazing ball.

A deep red that burns the horizon.

A blue that keeps it's calm.

And stars that flicker off- one by one.

Down they fall and fade.

Until the day has run it's course.

The world has spun and played its part.

Time has ticked and ticked again.

Night creeps back- flickering quietly.

Star by star.

A bright yellow ball plays glowing in the dark

And all is still and quiet.

Breaking through the pitch black night.

A star that breaks the darkest time.

Mornings come. Again, again!

Alas, mornings come. 

Reviews

[AuraBlade]

Reading through this poem, I felt as though I was living in the scenery described. I could picture it perfectly thanks to its detail. I honestly did not find any flaws with this. Long story short: Well done!

[KlineXcreed]

Thank you so much, I love getting your reviews!