Sadness Is...

• Abigael Procter, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

As the day is dull like the feeling inside me,
The sky is grey like my skin colour shade.
As the rain falls down like the snow on a cliff,
And the wind blows by like a butterfly.
Feeling like rocks are weighing me down,
As the day goes by and people say hi.
The leaves are blowing like my hair in the wind.
And the ground is wet like my finger print.