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Growing - Sienna 

The light that cascades down the trees glimmers the new found pinning in my eyes

The skyline glimmers with the hope I'll soon will see it, not matter how far.

The color of my eyes will soon be forgotten and blended with a new 

And I'll forget how to breath in my name

Change is a power not so found of me 

it breaks down any limber in my stance, 

But brings the hope of salvation and uniqueness 

which paints a scattered picture in my soul-the mess of a soul and the weight in which it carries

My bones may stay the same but my skin bares the burden of time as dose the bags under my eyes that hold all my worries and failures

My feathers will be stuck to the ground by thick tar 

But would I fly when the soap skins me from any impurity? Or will I fly too close to the sun and let it handle the job?

Shackles hold me within the concept of my mind. 

But change will be once again, be the warm sun that caresses me into its fatherly arms.

Change is as cool as winter but as forgiving as the mother of the dirt beneath my feet 

The brown in my eye, will it change as the trees rot in the late winter? Or would a better comparison be the soles of ones feet when the rain splurges us with its delight.

Change is the power we yield.

I hope you guys liked this 

XO Sienna