AvaClaire

Edleburg was a happy town. It rested on cliffs at the foothills of the great mountains to the north. The looming shadows cast by the mountains were woven into daily life, as common as the grass and the sky.

The stones crunched under loud feet
pebbles flew
twigs snapped
feet scuffed the ground 
but the loudest thing
was their voices
bouncing off the trees
echoing through the forest
they punched each other

Everyone tries to untangle themselves
from the change
from me
to us
a land where your opinion
turns to our opinion
where your choice 
turns to their choice
in the spring to flowers grow
all the same color

Pink is the color of candy
Swaddled in wrappers
Lining the windows
With gumballs 
and lollypops
In sits on your tongue 
and colors your dreams
Green is the color of spring
bursting from lonely branches

I
am
the 
one,
who 
can 
turn
left
turn
right,
will
love
it
the
same