A Night Under The Star-Spangled Canvas

The sun lay calm as the silver linings romanced the skies. Large strides of hope it brought with it's feather motion. The swans of the sky spread their wings and caressed the ever-busy heated horizon. Colour splattered and painted a visage of beauty, yet, this was only the precursor to an epitome of joy. Soon, when the bark falls low and the waves cool down, a million of the heaven's lights would descend to the glazed stage of the Earth's auditorium. As with life, many stars will go unnoticed, but many others will make their mark and paint a sight far more beautiful than avian strokes in the noontide sky. With each blink comes a zephyr of serenity, a clear canvas for new stars to be born and if not so, in just moments, the precursor to death will erupt to engulf the peaks of the trade of bodies.

-TheVintageOutcast