Young One

• Chloe Buhagiar, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Imagine a day,
Where the luminous sun.
Spills into the crystal seas,
Creating a path only their dreamers can see.
When the blue sky demands winds,
The rush of air whispers in my ear.
“It’s time, young one,
Follow me.”
The sting of the hot sand,
Under my bare blistered feet.
The salty views,
Gleam ahead of me.
The sound of the crashing waves,
The sweet pruning berry scent.
Dances in my soul with pride,
Imagine that day.