by Amber Perez
March 5, 2019
I hope I never get tired of the night skies and thunderstorms.
Or watching cream make galaxies in my coffee.
I hope I never get tired of the sound of raindrops on my window sill.
Or the winter winds blow softly.
I hope I always enjoy the smell of the outside, when it just finished raining.
Or the smoothing feel of the sun when it beams on my skin.
I hope I always appreciate the beauty of nature
And all the things within.
I hope I never grow up and get annoyed when hearing the birds sing.
I hope I never grow up to be someone who can’t see the beautiful things.
Amber is a college sophomore who writes poems, short stories and feature stories. She’s a freqiuent contributor to WEEKDAY MAGAZINE.
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