Free Verse
2 min
Uncovering Memories
Alvin Wong
A boy has just been born, a seedling in the soil that recently grew its roots.
Young and innocent, yet flexible and naive.
The sun and moon look upon him indirectly, following him in the shadows.
Weeks have passed.
It's late-Spring.
Flowers have bloomed, birds are chirping and flying about.
Grass and weeds are swaying back and forth, back and forth on the broad valley.
Even a young boy now a child who barely can sit still joins in the party.
He escapes the radar of his elders, taking a sharp corner in front of a building.
Unnoticed.
He walks down a quiet path, a dangerous alley in the middle of nowhere.
Darkness engulfs him like the sun right before a solar eclipse.
Silence.
Holding back his fearful tears, he ran.
The child ran towards a light he knew was somewhere ahead, waiting to be uncovered...
He sees it.
A person walked towards him, she was tall, slim, but positive.
Warmth suddenly floods the dark alleyway.
A humid mist floats onto the boy's almost hypothermic face, signaling dawn's arrival.
An inaudible sigh of relief.
Months quickly passed by, following slow but important years.
Now it's early-summer.
The child has become a boulder at the base of the mountain, arrogant and unwilling to move.
Once, the young-adult went outside and heard swish-swashing sounds.
He stepped closer, realizing his awkward position next to a calm and peaceful river.
Everything in the moment felt majestic, slow but beautiful, same but with order.
The young-adult realizing this, sat there pondering his existence.
He remembered his childhood as a seedling, and now as a sapling.
Questioning his own actions, but with each question lies more concern.
Indecisive, the young-adult seeked the sun and the moon again hungry for more knowledge.
Another few years passed.
Fall had just ended, and a harsh and cold Winter had arrived.
The teen had emerged as a compassionate human-being, but a deadly challenge lay ahead.
He was torn between reality and self.
A sudden hailstorm swept across, as icicles of fury slammed onto the species in the valley.
Everything was gone.
Forever.
But no, not forever.
There was hope.
He realized that he himself must not panic.
Only his mind could provide strength to the self.
He was not a boulder on the ground, he was a human full of fundamental emotions.
Justice was won, and life was as still as ever once again.
Spring has arrived and the teen continued his studies.
He still continues to value the present, his everyday life..
A sequoia remaining forever young.
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