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Surya Menon

Springtime

A beautiful landscape—
And endless mountain range backdrop,
A clear light blue sky,
An open valley,
Fit for Mrs. Andrews to dance and sing in.

Zoom in closer and see:
The deep green blades of grass sway with the breeze,
Furry brown squirrels scurrying by with acorns,
Luscious red hearts ensconced within the leaves and branches,
A candy box assortment of fragile-looking tulips with soft, yellow wings resting on top.

Listen intently and hear:
Melodious throaty chirps of the bluebird and rhythmic trills of the robin,
The scuffle of the Earth against the feet of nimble gatherers,
Tiny cracks of pressured branches and plops of falling twigs and nuts,
A faint yet quickly approaching bzzzzz…

Then suddenly—click.
The illuminated box darkens and you are left alone,
Only to hear a sigh,
Squeaking springs followed by a grunt,
And the fleeting sounds of shuffling along with the creak of a door.

Spring?

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]