Daniel Price, Grade 11
A sweeping valley of infinite green;
A light shines down on its beauty unseen.
The hills rise and fall, the land slowly breathes
The tree mocks the sky, stretching its leaves
To prod the canvas touched by none
And provide shade for the man from the sweltering sun.
He rests on the bark; an excellent view
A sight to behold, yet enjoyed by so few.
It is a craft of his thoughts, too faultless to exist
Its unmatched perfection, he cannot resist.
Overcome with sadness as his vision clears
And beginning to mourn as reality appears.
The dull grey sky and the pouring rain
The dark never ending, nor the fear and the pain.
There is no hope where he is confined
His only escape - the world in his mind.