By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Lights that flicker across every street,
Melodic flickers shine upon our eyes,
Touched by its nostalgic memoirs,
Wrapped like a gift, living in the present.
Stars may not align across the night sky,
But they each shine under the same sky,
We see unity, leaving out the gaps,
Like stars, we shine in our own way.
Through life, we’ve decorated ourselves,
Collecting the pieces unique to each one,
Let us shine upon our own Christmas tree,
For we shine most under the skies and fleets.
