By ROTEM LITINSKI
Expressions Editor
As the sun rises, as it kisses the horizon
As the clouds awaken and outstretch their labored arms
The milkweed grows and bathes in the iridescence
And the grassy field dances in the breeze
The fresh breeze that carries laughter and youth
While hours pass and the night draws nearer
The insects chirp and light a minuscule path in the thick darkening of the night
And the sun that once rose and kissed the horizon
Soon falls, departing all its
Glory
