Rooftops

by Helena Yeung, Literary Editor

Please meet me on the rooftops today,

Please bring all your art.

We’ll display them all over the rooftops tonight,

And throw the dull ones away.

Then tell me all your hopes and dreams,

But don’t give them all away.

I brought some paper and some paint,

I’ll color the skies and streams.

Please stand by me on the rooftops by noon,

We’ll scream and shout our pains.

I want you to sing your songs to me,

And then sketch out the moon.

Please meet me on top of the mountains today,

Please bring all your love.

I brought some pastels to pass the time,

And stress the nature away.