Challenge 14

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**Words: Tree, Pink, Heart, Love, Down**

Don't look down

Don't look back

Stay focused

And look forward

Stand tall as a tree

Unmoving, unwavering

Be confident

Not weak

Learn from your mistakes

Have love in your heart

And you will be pink in health

This is the song

That the society sings

But you can't always be perfect

Sometimes it happens so

That you need to let go

And not be perfect

Just be yourself

Let your emotions flow

Instead of hiding them

While trying to be strong

But you need to be weak too

This is what

That makes you human

To feel and be free

To let go of your image,

To let go of your ego, your pride

And let yourself be you

As sometimes it happens so

That you need to let go

And not be perfect

Just be yourself

I don't know where I want to be

What does love really mean?

Maybe love is like a tree

But I don't know if it's growing in me

Falling down and standing up

Drinking from a golden cup

Still tastes like poison

But maybe I've chosen

What I'm gonna do

But I'm not sure I want to

I don't know what's happening

So maybe I'll just try to live

Try to find my own bliss

I don't need to think about the future

Cause the future comes for me

So I'll wait for it as I please

I don't look for trouble

But it sure finds me

So I'll just wait

For fate

To do it's will

I'll just sit here at the windowsill

## 2nd Position: Qyphon with 3 upvotes

Sydney Walker was sitting under a Sakura tree, afraid of being seen among the pink cherry blossom flowers. She had left the US last year after her life had been torn away by the Demons. Since she was 12, she had been continuously tormented by these spirits. Sleep was a luxury she could barely afford. Every night was harder than the last, specially since the day her brother, Eric had died. The spirit which called itself Surwelf had killed him, while laughing at Sydney, as she could do nothing except see through the glass door, see her only hope at life dissolving into nothing. She had thought that the spirits would leave her if she moved to Japan, but no luck.

This very day, there was nothing bad that had happened, which meant that something big was about to.

As she looked, a cherry blossom flower shaped like a torn heart, made its way into her hand, as if mocking her about the death of her brother, making her realise the importance of love in a rather loveless world.

She looked at the horizon, wiping away her tears, as the sun started to go down and set. Suddenly, a winged figure appeared in front of the Sun, blocking the warmth. It was Surwelf.

## 3rd Position: Satyanshi and Samirah ara with 2 upvotes

### Satyanshi

A tree in my backyard

With shiny white flowers

We sat in the shade

Cheeks pink with delight

Lost my friends someday I don't recall

Now pieces of my heart found

Look down, we stand on the same ground

Love for each other is what feels right.

### Samirah ara

Asami opened the door slowly, and as she did, a rush of color, brightness, and a strange silence, came at her. The door opened into a gigantic room, with a high, vaulted ceiling. It was a soft, tan, stone, and there were big cracks in the roof where bright sunlight streamed in. Even with no other light source in the entire chamber, it was very bright as if the walls emanated light. The ground was covered in tall rushing grass, the color of dried wheat. The grass swayed in non-existent wind, making a soft rustling noise every time a strand moved. In the center of the room towered an enormous tree, with branches that reached to the ceiling and billowed out from the trunk. The trunk spiraled out from the center of the hall, twirling up in thick twists of a rich brown. The leaves of the tree shifted silently, shimmering golden green. Every now and then, a leaf would fall, gently tossing as it floated its way down. The entire tree seemed to glow, as if covered in a dazzling dust. Surrounding the tree in a protective circle was a pond, with clear crystal water if a inviting blue. On top of the water, thousands of flowers floated in still vigil. Each flower was shaped like a star, with its pristine petals billowing out from the heart of the plant. The pale pink of each flower reflected in the still water, little mirages of color upon the motionless sea of blue. Even in the hushed rustling of the leaves and rushes, the air seemed unnaturally quiet. It almost hummed, as if it were tensely waiting for something to happen. Right in front of Asami, there was a black marble plaque, set into the ground itself. A few words glowed on it, sparking a silver blue. “An tuin Loved”.