Star

Brightness pours through weathered panes crystal blue, 

Raining sunbeam kisses down on my head,
Whilst scented warmth wafts across morning's hue,
Coaxing me from the safety of my bed,

The same ball of fire that outside warms bees,
 And gifts wildlife with ripened fruits and seeds,
That lols along the limbs of ancient trees,
And skips through silver fields of dew dropped beads,

Other side of those panes though wars are fought,
And dark angry clouds pose a constant threat,
Violent storms rage and destruction is wrought,
With many days shrouded in fog lost, yet,

Darkness can not hold her she rises still
Starts conquering mountains hill after hill.