After The Storm
Written by Anxiang Olson Gao
After a deep sleep, is born an unproductive day
The rain died out so children came out to play.
Your storm didn’t calm, but the one outside did
The colorful green-red landscape outside was liquid
But the one under your eyelids didn’t seem as vivid,
So you ran outside
Meeting daylight’s face
Left the room and its dark space
But there was something out here that felt out of place.
It wasn’t the lush grass patches,
Thriving after the grip of night deadened.
It wasn’t the wispy tinted clouds above
Flying and returning like qualms or doves.
It wasn’t the sky soaked in its bloodbath
Wounded by the sun’s wrath
The storm prior causing the warpath
The red coloring the bypath.
Not thinking of what disturbed you,
You sat on the train as it went away
But never appreciated the never more beautiful day.
You’re at the park today
The sky is now persian-blue
What used to be a blood-red gradient sky
Has changed to a different hue
But looking at it still did not intrigue you.
The air around you is at its best
It tastes of the fragrance from the trees nearby
With the moistness from the tears of the clouds
The trees beside you together swayed
While the bright song of the birds came out from the growth
Rippling through the air like grass around you in the breeze
You were swimming in your thoughts
Your mind was caught up in knots
You looked at your surroundings trying to break away
But never appreciated the beautiful day.