Beneath the tree,
Filled with shades of pink flowers,
Was the land of wings.
Angel wings, all varieties.
From pink to red and blue to purple.
Red as poppies, pink as roses, blue as bluebells and purple as lavenders.
Swarming into the sky, among the grass,
Fluttering the wings.
Each time dancing and singing their angel song,
Locked from our ears.
They painted a rainbow among the grass heather.
Flower to flower and wing to wing,
Drops of golden honey, running down through their mouth.
Peace and beauty.
Beauty which is a secret. Spring it is, but,
Far away, the air could smell darkness.
Darker than the forest,
Darker than the curtains of the night sky.
Within a second, a net stronger than,
A spider web, came from hell.
(Meaning: Cruelty of man towards other creatures;
Last part of the poem explains about a person who hunts butterflies with his net; Hell symbolises a big danger.
Diyaana Subasinghe,
Grade 10,
Leeds International School,
Mathugama.