Seasons

Seasons

 Tuesday, April 29, 2008

One spring morning the flowers laughed in my face.
They told me I would never be as pretty as them.
The grass agreed.
I asked that sky what’s wrong with me.
It said, “Just wait my child. Your beauty will shine among the rest.”

One summer day the waves crashed down on top of me.
They told me I would never be as strong as them.
The fish agreed.
I asked the sky what’s wrong with me.
It said, “Just wait my child. Your strength will prevail among the rest.”

One autumn afternoon the wind pushed me a side.
It told me I would never be as free as he.
The leaves agreed.
I asked the sky what’s wrong with me.
It said, “Just wait my child. Your freedom will rule among the rest.”

One winter night the snow came falling down,
Gracefully landing in my hair like crystals.
I went to tell the flowers, but they were all dead and gone.
I looked up at the sky and it said, “I told you my dear, you’re beauty shines.”

I walked through a pile of sticks and I broke one.
I went to tell the waves but they were all frozen over.
I looked up at the sky and it said, “I told you my dear, your strength prevails.”

I was walking down a main road and turned off onto a side street.
I went to tell the wind but it had stopped blowing.
I looked up at the sky and it said, “I told you my dear, your freedom rules.”

I just looked up and smiled.

Cortessa Van Dort