a girl with
eyes
as big as
the laughing midnight
moon,
whose vision
expands
from rolling ocean shore
to
rolling
ocean
shore,
looks around
at the big,
big world
and sees the things
we simply cannot.
she looks at
a patch of dirt
after a
storm, covered in
dots and dimples,
and sees a
thousand birds,
feathers so full and
black,
eyes beady with
hunger,
beaks as
bright as the
midday sun.
they peck holes in
the ground
to find worms
galore.
or she sees a
thousand tiny ants,
bodies red and loopy,
legs skinny yet so,
so strong,
each striking
out for their
own,
building a
house for one.
or she wishes
she just
could have seen
rain,
the master
of pointillism,
create its
beautiful art.
she looks at the fire,
and sees dancers
in the flames.
bending and bowing,
chattering and laughing,
their red dresses
billowing;
their love—
so fierce,
it burns.
she looks at
clouds of smoke,
and while others cry,
“Tornado!”
and point at the
spinning mass,
she sees emotion,
anger, hurt, passion,
so thick
it spirals.
she looks at a tree,
and sees
every individual leaf,
each one a
different shade
of green.
she sees the
heart of nature
welcome,
with open arms,
poor woodland creatures
who have no home.
she sees love sparkle
around the sun-setting
silhouette.
she looks at animals—
cows, dogs, cats, chickens—
and can see
their emotions,
radiating off
them--
joy, sadness, anger, laughter,
like waves of color that
only
she can see.
she knows what they are thinking,
when all but their eyes
are silent.
she can find a friend,
when others notice none.
she looks at
the sky,
and sees a playful
daughter,
her eyes so crystal blue,
painting to her
hearts delight
the clouds upon which
we gaze.
she looks towards the ocean,
and can see the
whales swimming
in the shimmering sea,
their fins flapping,
as they beckon her to
join them,
their calls echoing
across the
world.
she can see the mountains,
stoic and respected,
with a gleam
in their eye,
telling her to climb them.
she can see jungles,
as mischievous as the
animals that
abide within it,
rivers teasing her,
trees calling for her
to brave their
twisting centers.
she takes her
shoes off,
to feel the
ever-shifting sands
of hope
beneath her feet;
to feel
the soft, grass,
covered in a
thousand tears of dew,
finally wipe their eyes.
she wears her
hair down,
to feel the wind
come tell her hello,
and bring her new
secrets,
from across the world.
she finds beauty
in all the nature
around her.
but the most beautiful
thing she has ever seen
are people.
their smiles so
white and gleaming
like freshly fallen snow.
their hair thick and shiny,
playing at their
scalps.
their hands
so ready
to hold another.
she looks at them,
and her very
heart swells
with happiness
and wonder.
she goes to the
little ones, and
spins them
'round and 'round,
until all their
laughter mixes
into one joyful sound.
she goes to the
grown ones,
and listens to
what they say,
nodding and smiling,
until her head hurts,
but the pain flows away
because she knows
they are happy.
she goes to the aged ones,
and talks with them,
holding cold hands lined with
time, until
she warms them again.
never has she seen,
a more
beautiful creation.
she thanks the Creator,
for these people most of all.
when they cry,
she cries.
when they hurt,
she hurts.
when they laugh,
she laughs.
until all of them
know
they have a friend
in this girl, a girl with
eyes
as big as
the laughing midnight
moon,
whose vision
expands
from rolling ocean shore
to
rolling
ocean
shore.
Word Count: 626
Draft #: Final
Spoken Word Performance Link: https://youtu.be/JFyILTCLTgM
*For a Spoken Word Competition*
I got this idea during my Youth Group on Sunday. I wasn't going to enter the competition but this idea was too much to ignore. I really hope you like it as much as I do!
I've never created a Spoken Word Performance and it took me many tries, mosquito bites, and exasperated sighs, but I think it turned well.
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