This poem shows what I bring into the wordChapter 1: Me
The sky was dark,
The man was light,
As he spread happiness throughout the night.
Trees had cracked, tumbled upon,
However he still stands there, with a smile on.
People sleep, without a great strain
He still working to train his brain.
This guy is remarkable, he spits the heat
I might even known this guy, it might be me.
I could be a poet, I don't even know it.
I’m still out here, not even to show it