Under the Sky

The garden where we came from
Left it’s fresh scent hanging over me,
The plants I came to like, the names I had forgotten
Taking our rest on the soft evergreen blades, our fragile nature,
The timeless trees swaying at ease,
The glow piercing my eyes
Drifting clouds become my shade, comforting me,
Time sliding by peacefully, unnoticed
The faces I will never see again, unaware of our parting,
The experience gained, this chapter finally closing
Under the sky, teacher, students, and I,
Silently saying good bye.

By. B. L. Crisp


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