As the sun goes down, About me, shadows are cast by trees, The darkness grows, And with the night comes a light breeze. The air is almost still, though, The night cools down, I'm sitting on a log, A long way from the town. I stare into space, At a red-orange glow, And as I continue to look, Time seems to grow slow. It is an amazing sensation, The feeling is grand, As I look into my creation, I become one with the land. Although the temperature continues to drop, What I feel is heat, And I move ever closer, To warm up my feet. As I look at the colors, Dancing before, I realize this is something, You can't buy in a store. It is something more special, Something more great, And as I continue to watch, It begins to get late. But I am not tired, I feel wide awake, For the heat is still flowing, The light still ablaze. A slight popping noise, Brings me back to the log, Back to the forest, Now penetrated by fog. But is it really fog? It's hard to tell, It seems not of water, Smoke is more the smell. The scent is great too, As it fills up my nostrils, Makes me eyes water, And then spreads through the dark hills. But as the smoke spreads, The light grows low, The heat begins to diminish, And there is little left of the glow. As I watch it go out, As my creation begins to die, I walk from it's grave, To my tent, to there through the night lie.
The fog pulls in, The course is lost, And as the ship sails, Its passengers are tossed. But the captain sails on, All hope is not lost, For the sailors are faithful, Despite pessimistic thoughts. As they continue, The storm rages on, The darkness surrounds them, And time passes along. For many days, Through just as many nights, The crew face many toils, And experience overwhelming frights. But no one loses faith, They all stay true, Their ship sails on, Through the rough sea of blue. But the supplies are running low, The sailors need sleep, Everyone is hungry, And the captain begins to weep. He locks himself in his office, And he begins to pray, Though he has little hope, He prays the storm will not stay. The day ends, The night passes by, The storm rages on, And the captain fears his crew will die. But the following day, His fears are put to rest, And although it had been hard, His faith had endured the lengthy test. The sun comes out, The sea grows still, The crew celebrates, Everyone eats their fill. They had passed through the storm, And were now ready to go, But first they needed supplies, So they sailed for a cove. After only a few days, They reached their destination, They loaded food and water, And stayed the night in that location. The following day, though, They boarded the ship, And readied themselves, For their next trying trip.
Everyone was all dressed up, All of us were having fun, But our time was drawing to a close, The school-day was almost done. We all collected our belongings, And lined up by the door, We talked and laughed of the party, And waited little more. For at that very moment, A visitor did arrive, A stranger, I believed, For I was only five. The face I did not know, For the person was a clown, And since I thought I didn't know her, I met her with a frown. But the stranger soon informed me, That she was indeed my mother; However I did not believer this, And so refused to go with her. My teacher soon came over, And persuaded me that it must be true, She agreed with this strange lady, But I was still unsure of what to do. So I called on them to prove it, I really had to know, The clown began to do so, And even took off her big red nose. Finally I was convinced, So I agreed to go with her, My friends and classmates, also, For my Birthday party was right after. We gathered into cars, And were driven from the school, The entire ride home I was rather quiet, For by that time I was feeling like quite a fool.
