Umbrella

• Luke White, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

The Umbrella flies around,
forced by the winds, no control.
Carried past many paths,
unable to follow even one.
Floating around, flying away,
hovering over the filled streets.
Finally, the wind dies down,
releasing the Umbrella from its grasp.
The Umbrella floats down,
and is grabbed.
The Umbrella is raised high, content.
It can relax, and it can decide its life.