So much depends

So much depends on the blue sky covered by clouds.
So much depends on the holm oak tree.
As I lie beneath it, it hid the blue sky from me from its thick branches.
So much depends on the grey road. So much depends on this bench I’m sitting on. So much depends on the little girl playing in the park locked in a casket of dreams.
So much depends on a dandelion waving in the midsummer air.
So much depends on the butterfly flying above me. I’m afraid of time and having relationships.
The more people I love, the more hearts I break. My Leukemia is a grenade. I am ready. My life is like an infinite number. I like to have the largest but I can’t.
So, less depends on me, sitting on the bench beneath the oak tree and under the blue sky.
[The feelings of a cancer patient]

Diyaana Subasinghe,
Grade 11,
Leeds International School,
Mathugama.