Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 74

For if it weren’t for her
The storm would’ve swallowed them
And their golden gifts
Buried in the ocean floor
The Sun, he began to rise
And so did his light and glory
Which had awoken the Earth
Earlier than the morning birds
Night had fallen
And the morning had risen
For the stars grew sleepy
And the Moon sleepier
Her eyes began to drift
But she could almost see
The pirates had arrived to the island
And gave their gifts of gold
All was awake except the moon
Who was in deep slumber
She dreamed of a new day
And dreamed of the pirates
And for once, she smiled