Everything seems bigger,Now that I am small.
Blades of grass are slides,
While windows are skyscrapers.
Trees stretch on forever,
Branches pointing towards the sky.
Strangely,
The sky seems no bigger,
Then it was,
When I was bigger.
That's the only thing that is the same.
I play and run,
On tiny feet.
I touch and feel,
With tiny hands.
I look and see,
With tiny eyes.
I listen and hear,
With tiny ears.
I sense the world around me,
With a heart as big as the sky.
That was so cute! I love the idea that the sky will always be the same, no matter how big you are. wonderful!
ReplyDeleteCool! Had a smile on my face instantly, and it reads beautifully. I love the sky being no bigger too. Also, it's interesting that the narrator isn't perturbed or shocked by their smallness... just a fresh perspective to them. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteYour writing is incredibly touching and beautiful. I was moved with each line. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteVery nice :) Beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteReally sweet - this made me smile :)
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