The sun rises from the East.
Time passes with every second and makes up a day.
We like to rely on what we see
and pretend
to understand where we are.
Stars shine bright in the sky like specks of dust.
Spots light up,
and galaxies swirl like a kindergarten girl being chased
around the playground.
The orbs make the swings
and glow like the mystical world in fairytales.
Where are we?
The celestial playground is too big
for us.
The red hurricane swallows the stars,
drawing a rose on the dark canvas.
A new garden of stars grows every day.
Karen Lee is a student at Chadwick International in Seoul, South Korea, who has an unquenchable passion for both writing and drawing. In preparation for her future academic endeavors, she is diligently compiling her writing portfolio and has recently received an acceptance to Iowa Young Writer’s Studio, a distinguished program that identifies and nurtures emerging writing tale.