Connected
Nancy C ( 5th Grade )
Walking out onto the terrace , Inhaling exhaust fumes from cars below . Sad , sad , nature has been plagued with human stench , But ready to watch the sky . Blue canvas of forever stretching above me , Me , just a minute speck of imperfect . Even , perfect sky , meets a murky horizon , Sifting in and out through fog in the distance . Yet I feel full , As if the sky carried hope and joy , Pushing ugly thoughts away . A cloud creeps from beneath the folds of blue , A daring piece of white , Not fitting in but not caring . Sometimes I wish I could float to the sky , Taste a cotton candy cloud . Snuggle deep into the blankets of blue , The land becoming a mere pattern of green . But oh , I know , the sky will change , From blue , to gray , to white . Always different , always the same , We all see the sky . We are connected .
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