By Cristy Arreola
The sunset looks nice
It has a hint of spice
But midnight is here
What will I hear?
My walk is really nice
It’s such a delight
When no one is here
I can hear you so clear
They try to distract me
I tell them,
Try and bring down the moon?
They sun will rise again
And so will I
I will grab the stars
I will bring them down
When hiding is a secret
Yet it is only a mischief
It is only sunset
The walk is delightful
I feel alright
No more distressing
I got the blessing
So grateful
I smile in plain sight
Voices 