Night

The sky is clear

With it a deep dark colour,

Brighten by the moon

With the stars dancing around it,

It presents a view

Of a beauty without compare.

The wind is present

With it cold gentle breeze,

As I sat there watching

The gift of nature,

I tried counting stars

But I never finished counting,

Because when I open my eyes again,

The sun is there saying hello to me.

With my old trusty blanket

I left the spot,

Where I watched the magic

That happened last night.

Goodbye night sky,

See you soon after sunset.

A little bit from me.

I like poetry and I have a memory that I will never forget about it. I have a classmate before during my secondary school. We were 15 years old at that time. He knows that I like reading books and he gave me a book about poetry.

I cannot remember much except that a day after that day, he no longer able to come to school. He was admitted to the hospital because of a sickness that I cannot remember what.

I remember his mother saying this, "His feet are now smooth just like when he is a baby". His skin was dry and as his mother rub lotion on it, the dry skin peeled off leaving a soft thin layer of skin behind. Just like baby skin, I guess. The look on his mother face at that moment is a deep sadness inside but a smile on the outside.

I cannot imagine myself losing someone that I deeply care about. It must be really hurt for sadness to be able to carve a smile on a face.

That is why when I woke up in the morning, I am always grateful that the first thing I see is the people I love are still breathing, sleeping soundly next to me.

The second thing I am grateful for is for me to see the dawn before the sunrise up to the highest before it comes down again where I can see the sunset. I am still alive.

Having a peaceful night where thoughts run through my mind after that. It is not every day but it happens. The third thing that I am grateful for each day. I survive each day and will be ready for the next.