Hill through the Window
Published in
Jun 12, 2023
It was early in the morning,
I looked out from the window
And stared at the hill.
The trees, of different shades of green:
Forest green, pine green, olive green.
It was such a calming sight
Until a patch of red caught my eye.
Out of the sea of green, it stood out.
It made the view less pleasant, less delightful,
Just like those who are talented or successful.
The atmosphere always becomes uncomfortable
When they are around for a chat.
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It is nighttime,
Too dark to see anything.
The boundary between the sky and the hill
Is vague and dim, nearly unable to be seen.
It seems like the sky is engulfing the hill
When the sun is away so that no one notices.
Sneakily and quietly, the sky enjoys its feast.
It becomes a gigantic, terrifying beast,
An unbearable sight.
