Manila Aityahia

3-Minute Poem by Manila, 15

Raindrops trickle
down the page
Flowing, falling slowly
Like brush strokes
As the sky changes color
So does my piece
A vibrancy of color
Dark then light
With a long trunk, I sketch
With big ears, I hear
The sounds I want to incorporate
Brush strokes, lines, pictures
They all come from memory
Transferred onto paper
Cool and concentrated
Flowing like a river
I work
I flow
Branches stretch
Touching different things
Taking those things
And messing them into one
I reach out, take what I desire
Branches swaying
I lose my leaves
Putting them out for the world
To see