By Shinjini Kanrar, 9B

One day a flower arose from a bud,

Smiling and grinning as the golden rays embraced it.

On the same day, I was born too,

My rosy pink cheeks luring many eyes.

The blue ocean waves ran and ran,

You cannot catch it; you cannot touch it.

That naughty creature I was too,

Crawled and crawled yet peaceful like the blue.

Slowly spring arrived, new green leaves evolved,

I turned into new leaves, new thoughts, and new ideas.

You never know when the red lava will erupt!

Like that, I showered my anger and later shed into my blue tears.

All the seasons came and went,

The ticking of the clock welcomed autumn again,

The leaves shed and transformed into orange.

But drained the colors of my life, leaving silver with my hair.

Very soon, some leaves turned brown and crippled on the Earth,

The wintry winds tore the flowers and froze my soul.

I was buried beneath the earth,

Anything that was left behind was black as ash.