Colors so vivid, colors so true,
These are the things I see looking at you
Red as your passion which burns like a flame
Drive and ambition and things you will claim
Orange like autumn air crisp on your skin
Yellow and bright as your beautiful grin
Green like a four leaf clover bringing you luck
Even in darkness and when you feel stuck
When you feel blue you can look to the sky
Just like a butterfly it will fly by
Colors so gentle, colors so strong
No matter the shades just know that you belong
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The Power
The day had come. Nyah would finally become a magician. Or at least placed in one of the magical clans to train. She had waited for her key for weeks and had just been about to give up hope when one day the rusty, old key laid there on her doormat. The delay in the key’s arrival had caused her to have all kinds of emotions and she had started questioning herself. Could she be the black sheep of the family? The one without any magic in her soul? Relief had coursed through her when she saw the key followed by excitement and a little nausea. Attached to it had been a brown note stating only a time and a place but Nyah knew what it was. It was her invitation to the room with the hundred doors. The test that would place her in one of the nine magical clans.
By Astrid Skillingstad3 years ago in Futurism
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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