Author’s Note:- Sorry for neglecting this blog for a week or so, (I had exams at school) but I’ll be writing much more often! I took the inspiration for this poem from the contrast between the outdoor sports academy I go to, and the glorious sky I see above it. I hope you enjoy it!
I hear the sounds made by my feet,
As they crush the weak gravel along the street,
The dullness of old structures seeps right in,
I smell the stench of the garbage bin,
Buildings surround me, and the crowds rush past,
and so my eyes ascend to the sky so vast.
What beauty I then love and behold,
Fluffy clouds, silver-lined, and colours so bold,
Streaks of colour, so stunning, as birds soar by,
The sun is a splotch of paint on the canvas of the sky,
While absorbing the greatness of the giant, deep-blue dome,
I could not comprehend what lay above my home.
How could such a difference occur in a frame of sight?
How does the change happen – from dullness to might?
My sight perched gracefully onto the rocky road,
Nearing towards my welcoming abode,
I left behind the glory and wonders of the sky,
Promising myself to revisit it, I walked on with a sigh.