Horizon

• Nishika Talusani, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Glazing at the wondrous sight,
A mixture of colours before my very eyes,
Gleaming at me dashed streaks of light,
Not what I expected, much to my surprise.

A horizon that defines preciousness,
Mixtures of nothing but imaginations,
The sight is limitless,
Such unique creations.

Pink, yellow and orange too,
A magic man paints it very high,
Up in the sky, but who?
Nothing could be better, I couldn’t lie!