It makes its way to shine through as much as it can.
It shines through a leaf.
It shines through a dew drop.
Its shine reflects off a beetle’s shell.
It shines through a butterfly’s wing.
It shines through a window.
Its shine hits my skin.
The remains of all it has shined through makes me develop nausea,
as the shine ends.
--Alyca J., 9th-12th Grade