My Hidden Spark

In all my life nothing has been truly fair.

I've seen many sorrows but in all sorrow lays a bitter sweet happiness one always there hidden in a cloak of sadness.

I bare much sorrow in that sorrow I find my happiness.

My reason to keep going.

I treasure the rising sun in the morning lighting the distant world.

Bringing the life to the sky waking up the day.

Soon it shall return to slumber the closing eye's never truly dim.

You could never truly love this world without seeing the trillion eye's sparkling in the skies.

There is a big white jewel shining like a beacon of hope in the sky.

You can't help but notice its beauty and wish it to always be around as the midnight still.

I love this world it is my home a place of beauty touched as time passes on.