Ode To My Eyes

• Greta Freeman, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

My eye is my world, round, twirling slowly in space.
Surrounded by glistening stars lighting up the atmosphere.
It’s globe shaped vision, shape-shifts my mind
The axis is my pupil holding the earth on its slant.
Floating in space, away and empty a journey that never ends.
My eye is my world, that holds all my thoughts.
Changing as the seasons go by........
In Spring………...
My lashes start to sway to the music of the birds chirping away.
In Summer………….
My eyes fall from the sky and move to reality the bright, yellow sun blurring up my vision.
In Autumn…………...
Leaves fall, my eyes quiver as they land on my nose and crumble like the dirt on a dusty road.
In Winter…………
They shiver from the cold and start to freeze from the harsh scream of the wind.
January, February the months ago by but I will always rely, on my trustworthy eyes.