Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Beauty In It’s Simplest Form
Beauty In It’s Simplest Form
By~Imani Jackson
Wind,
going through the hair of trees.
Palm trees, rustling their leaves.
Communication.
Speaking in hushed tones,
as to not disturb the…
Peace.
Blue waves,
crashing and rolling on the tan sand.
Kids running around in their own wonderland.
Laughing.
As loud as they can.
Bluesredsorangespurples,
as vivid as the Northern Lights.
in waves and swirls.
In the sky.