A tiny piece
of land stood,
In the
bright blue sea.
The tall and
authentic tress of Palm,
Swayed with
the wind that brought about calm.
The birds let
out their euphonious chirps.
The grass
was fresh every morning with the drops of dew and joy
The Island
was happy.
So was she.
This was her
home.
It was like
a cozy and fluffy blanket which protected her soul from the merciless world of
the sea.
It was a cocoon
which protected this little butterfly.
Her soul
felt safe, and she was content.
She wasn’t alone.
Everything
on the island was a part of her.
She wished
for nothing to change.
But change
is inevitable.
One fateful
morning,
The bright
sunshine turned inky.
And the
dynamic sky cried.
The trees
stopped swaying.
And the girl
stopped smiling.
Each part of
her was deteriorating.
And her
state was heart-breaking.
The waves of
the deadly sea shot up high.
And gulped
the island of her dreams.
They took
her with them.
She sunk,
she drowned, but she floated too.
She balanced
with the ups and downs of the sea.
This poem is basically a representation of what my friends and I are feeling after leaving our school. The island is our dear school and the sea is the world we are venturing into.
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