EmeraldSky
Make the Colors in the Sky!
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Presenting my latest homework masterpiece...
A small black sphere lies on the bed,
Its shiny silver buttons glittering in the moonlight, like tiny diamonds.
Suddenly, the sphere?s owner climbs onto the bed
And groggily presses a hidden button on its side
The sphere calmly opens, and it waits
For the girl to finish rummaging through an orderly stack
Of crystalline discs?.
Finally, one is selected
And carefully placed inside,
Then the sphere is closed with a click
Then, she presses the largest button marked ?PLAY?,
Summoning the guiding light from within
That brings the sphere to life
It creates a jazz band here in the room,
Complete with a singer
Wailing the blues
Singing about the teardrops in his eyes?
Next, the band plays a rousing beat,
And the singer soon changes his tune,
Singing about being a star
On Broadway?s great stage
The girl wishes she could be with him,
Dancing to his songs and his band
But they are but mere illusions
Created by the black sphere
Eventually, she drifts off to sleep,
The black sphere by her side
She dreams of the night
When the next show will begin?
?Musical Sphere?
A small black sphere lies on the bed,
Its shiny silver buttons glittering in the moonlight, like tiny diamonds.
Suddenly, the sphere?s owner climbs onto the bed
And groggily presses a hidden button on its side
The sphere calmly opens, and it waits
For the girl to finish rummaging through an orderly stack
Of crystalline discs?.
Finally, one is selected
And carefully placed inside,
Then the sphere is closed with a click
Then, she presses the largest button marked ?PLAY?,
Summoning the guiding light from within
That brings the sphere to life
It creates a jazz band here in the room,
Complete with a singer
Wailing the blues
Singing about the teardrops in his eyes?
Next, the band plays a rousing beat,
And the singer soon changes his tune,
Singing about being a star
On Broadway?s great stage
The girl wishes she could be with him,
Dancing to his songs and his band
But they are but mere illusions
Created by the black sphere
Eventually, she drifts off to sleep,
The black sphere by her side
She dreams of the night
When the next show will begin?