b'Creative Writing Gavin ONeillWe AreCreative WritingGavin ONeillAn explosion from the stars dying cast and spellbound,Silently forming stardust with a sigh to astound,Spun by forces tying us to earths merry-go-round,Moon at night a risen sunlight and sunset enjoyed in which we are drowned.Soft gentle like a mothers touch, heavenly earth never too little and never too muchWe are but flowers sprung from the ground,Consciousness gifted to realise the beauty all around,Ears so we can listen to earths melody and one anothers sound,Eyes to see that we are not lost but found.Secrets not unearthed trembling by the unknown seeking worth. Upon this blanket dwell listen to the stories we can tellReflection to witness the universe from where we are bound,Time given to our lives to which we are wound,A place on earth amongst the animals and trees as human we are crowned,Love planted in our hearts to make the experience profound,Born birthed to fight struggle depart in the kingdom of lifes battle ground.Pity comes before cost of peace, triumphant in what we have lost. Mercy be set upon us all like a child to a mothers trust. Any loneliness or distress lifted as we confess Oh world thou art sick but with thy rose you did prickHumbled by the precariousness fragility of life we are downed,Inevitably robbed of joy we experience sadness and pain to which confound,And learn we are all now and homebound.The beauty of the wind expression in our face is humanities grace. A desire so greatly nourishing to climb and rise to the pinnacle of a flower flourishing.We are 67'