THROUGH THE WINDOW

 

On the vast meadow 

Of gentle blue,

The sun takes her children

Out to play.

The sweet little clouds

Leap and frolic

In their mother’s golden shadow.

But soon, their jumps get slower,

And their eyes start to droop,

So mother Sun takes them home,

Emptying the sapphire sky.

But not for long.

Another family appears-

The mother duck and her ducklings-

The moon and her stars.

Their shadows dyeing the sky

A dark, mysterious blue

Like a deep, calm ocean.

The moon’s pretty stars

Twinkle and shine,

Joyfully holding hands in different patterns and groups.

The sun and moon and stars and clouds

Peer curiously down at the human lives below,

Pondering at the fleeting toil,

Just as I marvel at their majesty

And god-like nature.

Their lives are infinite and diverse,

While mine is short, boring,

A small, insignificant breeze to humanity’s development.

However, I cannot but help

Find inspiration

To watch as the cosmos dances around,

With freedom, joy and carelessness,

Through the window.

(Emma Dimitrova, 12 years old, 13/06/2021)