The Ending

• Aleesha Caldwell, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The sun shone above the woods
Still, always still

The rays glistening through
Waiting as always... always still.

Singling out the stunning flower, isolated by itself,
Feeding it with power.
Releasing forces that blow the dust from crevasses.

'Beauty' it seemed to mime
Emits itself from everywhere,
'Beauty is in the tongue of the speaker'

Cast aside by the others
Stood a tree; just a tree

An ugly, twisted, gnarled tree
On this tree stands shadows of what is to come:
light
power
love, and and a voice
This tree will be there, with the last
Taking those who follow, to bring it back.