Aileen Nguyen 9G
The Sky – Descriptive Piece
It looked like a painter’s dedicated and time‐consuming artwork. Produced by someone with the skill to achieve and master their talent to the highest degree. The vast, blue blanket above our heads stretched outwards on what seemed like a never‐ ending canvas. White splotches were scattered around, just like the black spots you see on a Dalmatian dog. We stared and stared but the brilliant colour did not waver. The colour blue symbolised a certain greatness and royalty in something or someone. In this situation there was no difference. The sky flashed and shone with its shades of prominent superiority. Its dazzling beauty attracting all of us as creatures that inhabited the earth. Birds were chirping in the near distance, their tweet tweets perceived even from 10 metres below the area they were circling. The taste of the dewy air enveloped us and its bittersweet taste left us longing for more in our mouths. A light breeze had picked up but we did not feel cold, not us. We were as strong as steel underneath our big, comforting cover. But we all knew. We all knew there were times when the grand, blue sky would turn an ugly and dark grey, scaring us with its sudden thunder blasts and lightning effects. It was like a two‐faced teenage girl, one minute being your friend and making you feel good, the next, lashing out at you and taking a hit at your self‐ esteem like the end of the world was approaching quickly. But of course, the sky was, is and will always be glorious. No matter what happens, with all its moods, everyone can look up and feel its overpowering arms of protection.