Glorious Day

• Caleb Bell, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

My eyes open slowly,
The sun is shining powerfully,
Through the window,
I can see the trees, their leaves fluttering down,
Purple, Red and Green.
The clouds ran from the suns grace,
The flowers reaching up to the sky,
Fields of pure yellow,
Everything is silent,
Nothing daring to make a sound, everything taking it in,
This glorious world,
Not just me, The WHOLE WORLD,
Captured by the beauty,
The waters still, even the winds are silent,
Nobody in this glorious world,
Can escape this glorious day.