The Galaxy


Sophia Boxold, Creative Writing Editor

As dark as midnight

The sky comes alive

With a million little lights

Dotting the sky

Like little fireflies

I wish that I could see

The sky above the clouds and trees

Even though I try with all my might

I can only imagine

What happens when the galaxy comes to life

The brilliant colors

That are everywhere

None are of them duller

Than the wind in my hair

And the clouds beneath my feet

Now as I cannot fly

Or go up to the sky

I can still imagine

What would happen

If only I could