Comments about Morgan Evans
When the birds fly in,
the warm air grows hotter, and
your cheeks begin to burn.You know the chilling night
is comming.You look up at the darkened heavens above,
and see thousands of glowing glissering eyes stair at you.
The cold night air breeze feels soothing,
against your summer turned skin.
The trees sway in the longing night air breeze,
searching for the last of the sunlight.