The sun is my alarm. Waking me and laying me down every moon rise.
A slow sun for play and a long morning on its way.
Just when time stops, cars freeze and the breeze is caught stealing a leaf from my maple tree.
My hair stuck in one place.
My world might have stopped, my body may have rusted over time.
But my words will ring on into the sunrise.
A slow sun for play and a long morning on its way.
Just when time stops, cars freeze and the breeze is caught stealing a leaf from my maple tree.
My hair stuck in one place.
My world might have stopped, my body may have rusted over time.
But my words will ring on into the sunrise.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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