A Sunset on the Seashore

The clouds that turn and shiver,
In the air that blows and quivers.
There are birds that fly,
In the sky.
The tree that bends and leans,
Against the wind that blows and sings.
The waves that wash upon the shore,
Will soon do so no more.
The sun that stands on the horizon line,
Will, when it goes down, do just fine.
The land that is dark in the shade,
Is purple in the light, as the grass is jade.
Soon the night will come,
And the stars will shine on everyone.


Written by Kaylena R. Steiner 10 years old