The gold autumn leaves sparkle in the trees,
I trudge towards the revolving doors before the buses arrive.
I am not sure about what is to come.
Before I enter the school,
A lone apple falls in front of me.
That is how I like things to be.
The sun peeks out from behind the clouds
As heavy snow blankets my face like frosting on a cake.
A squirrel pursues a nut on the crooked branch of the tree.
It puts aside all of its doubts and worries
About being unable to capture the nut.
The blossoming of flowers excites me.
I admire their progression for being so beautiful and intriguing
They turn from shy to open with elegance and grace.
The laughter of children afar rings like church bells.
I run to the shining grass fields
To see whether any of my new friends are near.
All of us scream and cheer
As school is let out for the year.
A bluebird commences to repeatedly chirp in the tree.
Eager for adventure and change, the bird flies over to me,
Coming closer and closer.
I always ask my mother about why seasons change.
She advises me to appreciate what is there,
While also anticipating what can alter in the future.
And to always believe how anything,
No matter when or where,
Can transform and begin a new life.
Kyle Banker 