The Lily of the Valley by Sahana Sathiyaseelan (14, Florida)

Forgotten, destroyed, isolated.
Lifeless, with the ashes of burnt grass,
a valley of no importance. 

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Leaves that would move from the slightest gust of wind. The green grass that swayed gracefully.
All of which were nothing but a mere memory now.
If only the valley had survived,
the memory would have continued to live on within. Shining brighter and brighter like a star.
But it didn’t survive,
everything was burnt to mere ashes.
Or so it was thought until a single lily was seen.
The only form of life left was a single bell shaped petal. A single white petal, not affected by the tragedy.
There was hope, for the Lily of the Valley had bloomed. 

​Sahana Sathiyaseelan, age 14, is from Florida. Sahana currently takes a creative writing class in her high school. In this class she has had the chance to write and explore various literary styles, including poetry.