As Time Passes | Krystle Whitney

Images
The little girl smiles,
Looking up at the sky.
The clouds shine bright with sunbeams.
The yellow flower stands alone,
Like a beacon in a sea of red.

Moments
A child looks off into sunlight
As hair brushes at her eyes.
A baby’s gentle rhythm,
As it rocks itself to sleep.
A light breeze rustles at chimes
As they dance upon the elderly porch.