By: Anyssa Q.
Oh the stars,far more ancient than I,
As ancient as land,
As ancient as sky.
Oh the planets that twirl and that twist
Above my head-
in an endless abyss.
I look above, as you look below.
At Synthetic screens of cellphones-
Poison your psyche and sight til' you're blind,
while I bend my neck and
rediscover the sky.