POEM STARTER
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
Skies
The sun beams down, so bright on my face, banishing the chill of the cold.
As it sets and bids farewell, it paints a rainbow of colors untold.
The street lights flicker on, ushering in the season of darkness, leaving only late night strolls.
The sky, once full of stars, now seems lifeless and cold; a place that was magical now feels harsh to behold.