Sarah's Creative Corner

After the snowfall, not a bird dares sing to break the powdery white silence. The wind dares not blow, the trolley trundles quietly down the road. If there were a better time to look up, smile, and cry, It would be when the powdered quiet falls from the sky.

Born of dusk, Both day and night, Like Yin and Yang, Forever they fight To rule the sky, To show their light. Though the moon Brings to her aid All the stars of the night, The brilliant sun kills them all with her deadly sight. In the moment when Day turns to night, Peace is born of Both day and night, Both Yin and Yang, And twice a day Brings peace to light, day and night.