Far Away

• Kathleen Constanti, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

I want to go somewhere where I can see the stars
Too high to touch the ground
Where the brightest star is found
Where the rumble of fireworks moves throughout your body
Where the air I breathe is pure and clean
Where the days are as bright as the sun and the nights are as dark as the soil
Where the colours are radiant and mix, but never turn brown
Where the animals belong to nature and so do I
Where time isn't a way of life nor a barrier
Where the brightest star in the sky is where you go
Your own little world filled with anything and everything
Flowers that aren't fake, aren't plastic
But vibrant with nectar so silky smooth you could wash your hair with it
Where 12:00 doesn't mean 'another day', it means 'another day'