Waiting for the World

By Claire Chen

I saw a girl,
Lonely,
Standing alone on top of a single hill,
Just watching.

Watching,
The leaves of the old tree
Silently blow off into the thin air.

Watching,
The clouds in the bright blue sky
Calmly float by.

Watching,
The small amount of water left in a dried up stream
Lazily trickle down.

But could she be waiting?

Just waiting,
For that old tree
To just become young and full of life again?

For those clouds in the sky
To magically disappear
And let rejuvenating sunlight into the world?

For more water
To suddenly come gushing into the stream
And wash away any sorrows?

Could she?