Its Falling Diamonds From The Sky

• Jasmine Rothwell, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

Head against the window,
Staring through the glass
I watch the rain plunge down,
Dew sprinkled on the grass.

Perched upon the pillows,
At the window sill
As I drag myself to bed, I wonder-
When will the trees go still?

The storm still raging at my ears,
I curl up in my bed
My tired eyes begin to close,
Dreams of clear skies in my head.

As the sun begins to rise,
The clouds then fade away
Coloured birds begin to sing,
To mark a brand new day.