Here’s a little poem I came up with at the competition last night. It was inspired by my friend giving me one of her bottles of soda that were marked E. Smith for her name, and I joked around that I was secretly her sister Evening Smith.
“I am the Evening Smith,
From the last rays of sun I paint the sky,
And when the paint fades,
from the dust that remains I make night
and light the sky
With silver stars”