Don't Worry Child

Don’t worry child.

You watch as the sun starts to fade,

 To the other half of the earth.

The reds and oranges captivate your attention.

You enter a graveyard,

 With the hopes of something exciting.

A ghost, maybe a zombie,

You’d be happy with just a bone.

You walk around to discover something new,

And you suddenly trip on something.

You look down, hoping for it to be a zombie,

Grabbing your foot, or a bone sticking out of the ground.

But sadly, it’s just a tree root,

You go home disappointed,

But don’t worry, a zombie followed you home.