Tyler, 12My View
The breeze blows cotton candy clouds across the orange sky.
The silver moon can be seen by the golden setting sun.
Waves crash below my birch seat looking out to the suburbs.
Ducks fly past the coal black, darkening sky.
Diggers mine away the earth of the new gully road.
A wood pigeon tapps away at an old oak tree.
It's time to stroll home.