Glamorous Nature

Trees become indefatigable ballerinas,

Dancing across the blazing vivid sun.

The wind sends a gust of air,

My hair slicks back from the impudent wind.

Needy birds screech for food,

Starving, they wait and wait.

Birds become young toddlers,

Complaining and squawking, they just never stop.

As the golden crispy sun goes down,

A beautiful shining light rises within the stars.

The moon, glimmering throughout the night sky,

It helps to highlight the phosphorescent flowers.

Merriment dazzles on my tongue,

My soul filled with contentedness.

As I proceed to stand up, I become a sloth,

Languidly strolling to my room across the mischievous hallway.