Fields

Back when I was much younger, my brother and I ran through the fields we had by our house. Many times I remember a storm would come over and dampen the weeds as we played in them. Sometimes, the light that beamed through the clouds would almost illuminate the weeds.

My brother and I enjoyed running through the fields. Sometimes our pets would join us as we laughed and played in them. There was even occasions where our father would come outside while it was raining and we'd all play ball if he had any free time, which unfortunately he doesn't have anymore.

People say when they die they want to go to heaven. But you know, when I die, I would like to visit my home with my brother. Unfortunately I can't anymore because it was burned down and the land isn't ours, and is therefore used for maize.

Everyone seems to grow apart, move away, and get themselves caught in other things and unfortunately, die.

Every day I think about this place and I wonder whether one day I can live the life I had then. Playing with my brother, my father, my best animal friends.

Before I myself pass, I would like to run through the fields with my brother once more.