Beauty.

Beauty creeps out the window

Wearing nothing but taut, bare skin

Leaving a trail of wrinkles behind her.

Happiness.

Happiness enters the room

Wearing nothing but a smile

Leaving sadness far behind her.

Nature.

Formerly lively

When attached to its life source.

Now dry and lifeless.

Firey Firey Night.

He lets out a scream

As the fire consumes him.

His life is ending.

But wait, there is hope.

Help is on the horizon.

Come, take me away.

Sense.

My favorite time of day

Is when the sun is low

And the sky is ablaze with bright colors.

Purple, pink, red, and orange

As if the sky is on fire.

When all is quiet

And the world is at rest.

When the air is cool,

The day is done,

And I can be at rest.

My favorite time of day is dusk.

Orange.

Rough and calloused on the outside,

But on the inside a juicy prize awaits.

Peel away the cover to discover a delectable fragrance,

A bright orange that you cannot wait to taste.

Inhale and savor the wonderful smell,

Then take a long awaited juicy bite that makes the heart smile,

The stomach full,

And makes your taste buds swell.