The Wind


Near a castle, the wind howls angrily
beside that castle lays a wrinkled pond, that aches to be me
in that pond is the best reflection of a tree
in that tree is a creature that is near its demise
an untouched rose sways viciously in the wind, praying softly to be me
the shivering birds on the tree are wishing to abrogate me,
for they are cold and out of their mind, for I can never be terminated
The everlasting hills look me in the eye, for they are untouched by mankind
the hills are covered with vines that if touched will eat you alive
I watch this scene from up high
For I am the sky

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My name is Madison or, as I like to be called, Aqua! I am an eleven-year-old living in NYC. I wrote that poem for a school project, but I liked it so much, I wanted to enter it in a contest. My favorite subject in school is English. My six-year-old brother's favorite subject is science or math. I am writing a book!