By Joy Khoury (8-G)
As I walked through the covers of mist and fog,
That hide the mountains under.
Unlike a mother’s warm hug
It brings fright and wonder.
It was cold and gray
But for some reason, there was a flower
Sitting there in dismay,
Waiting for a dry season, to regain its power.
It will never come.
I answered stupidly.
As if the tiny flower would rise from
To reply to me sadly.
Ice, rain, wind and snow
Settle on my face as they descend
While my feet are concealed in the depth below
As if it wants to pull me to my end.
I finally stop with care
As I see the world below me.
Like tiny ants they were
Not knowing where to be.
It was worth the walk up here
That left me complaining all the way.
Tired me and left me with fear
But its peak is where I wanted to stay.
I stood there, my eyes dropping a tear
How come they haven’t seen
Such a beautiful world up here
Where hatred and stealth can’t seek.
Source Link: January Newsletter (2018-2019)