Only one way to get home
I must travel across the triggers and the steep hills to reach my home.
The sun who glared said he would not help me, and stretched toward the green zone.
Once I reached the passage way I had to walk in that long chilled straight line.
Feeling as if I was the snail running a dash against the bold lion.
Wonders of colors blossomed in my head as I smelt of the place.
Trotting for the stacked logs of wood and thirsting for that taste.
Home I said beneath my breath when I purged the last sip of tea.
I traveled here across the triggers on steep hills, and the sun did not even help me.
Kayla Emerson
The sun who glared said he would not help me, and stretched toward the green zone.
Once I reached the passage way I had to walk in that long chilled straight line.
Feeling as if I was the snail running a dash against the bold lion.
Wonders of colors blossomed in my head as I smelt of the place.
Trotting for the stacked logs of wood and thirsting for that taste.
Home I said beneath my breath when I purged the last sip of tea.
I traveled here across the triggers on steep hills, and the sun did not even help me.
Kayla Emerson