Ghost In The Past..

• Brianna Ellul, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

One petal will fall on every bad day,
one branch will separate when we go our different ways

The clouds will grey and cry of gloom,
The sun will hide, now there is not one spot of blue.

Each bird that sings is a sign of joy,
Each fairy bell that rings gathers each young girl and boy.

Every leaf that falls is one step closer to autumn,
Every time you cry feels like one step closer to winter.

You dance with the wind like a delicate tree,
You turn around and smile at me.

As graceful as a little bird flying in the sky,
As I should know you are just a ghost in the night.