I gaze at the amber
setting sun,
Watch as the night
creeps into the tranquil sky.
The last few
delicate wisps of cloud,
Prance across the
sky, so proud.
As I gaped at the
magnificent stars,
The galaxies,
comets, scattered around the sky,
I noticed something
out of the corner of my eye.
It glittered and
shimmered and rose like a bird,
A small sphere of
air, ambition and belief,
Knowing it can do
anything,
And everything.
Little bubbles of
hope,
Radiating with the
knowledge,
That anything can be
done,
If you want it.
