By Shawn Marc B. Carreon, Grade 10 student
A white cloak embraces the day,
Illuminating an ethereal way.
Like dreams of old and time’s endless grace,
Where life unfurls at our own pace.
Kissed by the sun, engraving its beauty,
Nature is given its own tranquility.
Shattering the dark, holding its weapon,
The light takes hold, taking possession.
A light chirp from here to there,
The light, waves from here on there.
Light plays its string inside our hearts,
Creating a melody where it sparks the heart.
Although temporary but sweet as pie,
Savoring its taste, like a sweet old lie.
May we cherish its grace with the time given,
Until death’s kiss is bestowed upon our lives.
