Circa second grade :p but they made it into Poetry While You Wait!
It Is Dawn
The sun will rise, the moon will set back,
the skies will flush with pink from black.
the dew will rest like hazy blue,
a zephyr lifts flower heads, waking a few.
among shallow trunks of aspen trees,
there lives a dust, pallid, like Brie.
a soft whisper wind comes calmingly down,
from gates of the heavens, such a peaceful sound.
ripples are lifeless until dragonflies,
by dawn there is light, yet to flood the skies.
IT IS DAWN.
It Is Dusk
Dark and calming, bittersweet,
the glassy sky of fire.
swaying clouds now fall away,
be gray as nighttime dire.
needless to say the cobalt sky
’tis pouring down the stars,
and china glazed up in their midst
is leaving tiny scars.
twinkles so very far away
and the water crested sky
are murdering the last of sunny rays,
the darkness waiting looks but shy.
mindful teachings leave in awe
and sometimes underneath its bough
leave people, dreamers asking why
IT IS DUSK.
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