Us

When the sun shines bright, you shield your eyes

But I close mine and feel the warmth

When the thunderstorm starts, you go and shut it out

But I sit with it and let the sound envelope me.

When it turns to night and the cloak of darkness spreads, you go into the comfort of your bed

But I go outside and stare into the sky with no one but the stars to keep me company

When the sun sets and sinks behind the horizon

We sit in awe, as the clouds are painted in magnificent colors.

We are not the same

We may look the same, be made up of the same things

But we are very different, this is not a bad thing

Differences are what make us.

Writing by Peyton “Rocky” Deen, ’26