poem and drawing competition
the weather was as if it were making a face in the grassy field. the air was like it were being danced to the beat of the wind, with the coolness of the breeze carrying away all the excitement we could not contain.
a few hours later, the scene had changed. the sun had risen, and the sky was as if it were full of gold, casting a shimmering gold onto the earth below. the sky was alive with color, dancing in patterns reminiscent of those we saw in ancient mythology when the heroes were being selected for their heroism.
the competition was intense, with the crowd on the edge of collapse. people were leaping off of chairs, trying to catch a perfect balance before the time had run out. it was as though they were in a dance, each one determined to put their foot down just in time for the next leap.
the first contestant stood up confidently, adjusting his glasses slightly as if he were speaking to a friend. he leaned back against the wall, his eyes locked on the stage. he made a deep breath and focused intently on what would come next. it was as though he had been waiting for this whole moment all along, hoping that it would be the last one.
as the competition unfolded, the crowd's reactions changed. some people began to move more carefully, their expressions shifting from nervousness to confidence. others took a deep breath and began nodding off, letting the words they were about to speak land somewhere else in their heads.
the climax of the performance came when the contestant reached out confidently, his hand reaching out as though he was drawing something onto someone's arm. he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his thoughts find rest before him. then, he opened them wide again, and what appeared to be a drawing began to take shape in his mind.
when the audience joined him at the end of the performance, they all clapped as though they were in the same room as he was standing there, ready to witness an art form that had been creating something so intricate and beautiful for centuries.
today, i participated in this very act. i felt a mix of pride and confusion as the lights went out on the stage, and i could feel my breath coming in through my nose. it was as though everything I saw around me had changed before me. but even as i looked at those pieces of paper that were about to be read, i couldn't help but feel a sense of movement within me.
