Sky

Whether rusted with a dying day,
Or shining in bright blue,
Every wake up, cool light
Greets a start born anew

And in the darkest hour,
When sight and sun are lost,
little diamonds of light remind us,
To remember at all cost:

There's hope in heartbreak,
There’s beauty in pain,


And no matter the depths
These words stay the same

--Kate L., 6th-8th Grade