The sun constantly creeps upwards trying to see my art.
As if to make sure that im representing it well,
and to show me this world's creeping beauty.
Versus the dark one at night.
The orange light settling opon the ground, hills, flowers,and trees.
Making this once forest now suburbia,
look beautiful instead of disasterous.
You can find beauty in all things you jsut need patience, time, and understanding.
~MyKayla Hill~