Two-Side Appreciation

by Harshita Das aged 12

Clouds clip the light blue sky
Dark illusions clutch the ground
Golden glitter covers the trees
Lively wind is the only sound
I walk and walk; I see
A clean winding road in daylight
And a dark and dirty path
Pitch as the night

I trudge through the mud
I slip and I fall on the leaves
Branches hide the sky from view
And I feel nature looming over me

But as I reach the end; I see
The two paths join and meet
Tired and cold, I can believe
My prize is more appreciated

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