Gazing at the rose pink sky,
Fading into red,
It's colours a magical piece of art,
Streak of colours as thin as thread.
A spectrum of colours in the sky,
As dawn destroyed the night,
The sun peaked through the wispy clouds,
A beautiful, breath-taking sight.
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Colours burning through the sky, It seems the air's on fire: Reds and blues and even greens, A gorgeous morning pyre.
O A S I S A river, rainbow hues O A S I S Caves of crystals, blue: O A S I S Shores of pure white grains. O A S I S Sheets of clear, cool rain. O A S I S Mountains, mighty, tall.
The sky's on fire with red and green, A mass of colours I've never seen. I woke at dawn and here I stand, The moon and sun, both hand in hand.
Indigo sky starts to fade. The black grass turns to light jade. Pink wisps start to form As the world transforms. Little birdies start to peep Sneaky owls fall asleep.
As dawn breaks the sky,. The birds let off their morning cry,. I sit and watch the sun rise,. Dropping its dark guise,. A light dusting of ice,. Crisp and white looks rather nice,.
I gaze out of the frosted window, The cold surface tickling my face, Before me, a sunset canvas, A barrier to outer space.
#youngwritershousehold I'm just a leaf. The wind, he pushes me, Across the cobbles, you see, Oh well, I'm only a leaf. I'm just a leaf. Children kick me for fun, Crumple me up, as they run.
Sheep were coloured in red and green. Smell of cow dung pervaded the town. Windermere lake's as stunning as a miracle. We were chilling on the Princess Of The Lake.
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