Young Writers Society

Masterpiece

I'm lying under the orange autumn leaves,
watching the red maple leaves falling one by one.
Slowly, the scenery starts to close my eyelids,
but before I fall into a slumber,
I wonder,
what kind of dream I would have?

The world seems to slow down
and so does the steps of mankind around us.
Each second I drift into a dream,
I am jerked awake by laments and cries of sadness.
"I don't want this to go on."
Those words you wrote into my mind
invoked the feelings inside me.

And now I go on...

The destination is indecipherable,
but with this pair of determined feet, I swear to keep walking.
With these mere hands, I shall paint everything once more,
and colour a perfect picture.
A masterpiece of life.