My curiosity poem
My curiosity is made from-
a speck of joy,
billions of marbles coloured like the rainbow.
I found it-
where the glittering sun and the shining moon meet,
where the magicians secrets are kept hidden away,
where the colours of the rainbow collided brightening up your day,
where the darkness hides away ready to engulf you.
My curiosity can-
skip and jump,
to pick up any sad souls
lost in their paths,
it can tear down the universal and repaint it again.
If I lost my curiosity-
even the sun and the moon would morn.