Peaceful

• Talia Linsdell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

Butterflies flutter by wooden benches.
Grass like ripple of water.
Cold dew drips from the leaves and on the footpath.
All dark flowers attempt to sparkle pushing in front of one another.
Caterpillars creep up tree trunks as slow as a drifting cloud.
The moon comes out.
Stars shining behind like a million eyes watching me.
A long narrow road like a never ending ocean
My shoes clopping behind me, beginning a new tune of their own.
My walk ends, tomorrow a new day.