Michelle Kang
That day, I felt the Sun for the first time.
Birds broke their first shells,
Sprouts of green fought their way up the earth,
Purist droplets of water sprung from the ground.
Yesterday, I gathered dark clouds of fear to be free.
Birds shivered as they looked down from the tree.
Greens shriveled from the strong rain fall,
River-flow encircled repeatedly before the deadly fall.
Today, I am struggling to be on top of the mountain.
Birds are flapping their wings for their share by the fountain.
Leaves are growing greener and thicker without a word,
Water created a beautiful lake, shiny as a new sword.
Tomorrow, I will smile and fill my mind with overflowing joy.
Birds will stand tall with their colorful feather,
Tall trees, rich in leaves will make home for the mother,
Endless, deep ocean site will emerge into view altogether.
This day, I want to rest my life on that far horizon.
The bird no longer has wings but it still flies freely in the autumn sky,
Beautifully painted autumn leaves fall as their wisdom weighed them down,
Too much bright sunlight has let the ocean travel as white cotton clouds instead.
Over and over again, life ties back to its circle.
The beginning as an end, The end as a beginning, and everything in between.
Michelle Kang is a student at McMaster University, Hamilton, Canada.
