Written By Eunie Jeong
Light greens, greys, streak and dot
The canvas, that is as white as snow.
A boy treads the translucent path,
Figments of imagination
Amid a quiet hush, the child,
With his school bag on his back,
A shopping carrier in his pale hands, trudges on.
Trudges on, with his back to all.
Lush green trees branch out and
Bend over to greet the small friend.
Autumn paints their leaves golden
With a swish of his paintbrush, colours spread.
A gentle stroke, and away the delicate leaves,
The branches, a lacework, flutter.
One puff of wind, and the street is gone
Along with the boy.