Okay, so this all started with the dark, shadowyness of Roger, so this is the other side of the spectrum: a poem told sort of through Simon's eyes. Hope you like it!
The blinding sun rose each morning,
Bringing with it the sweat,
The blistering heat
The rays beating down on their backs
And the work, always so much work
With it rose the boys
Waking with dread and annoyance
That even quiet, peaceful Simon felt
And as it rose higher
So did the unhappiness
Of all but one
Who vanished into the cool seclusion of the trees
Who journeyed through the darkness
To that place in the jungle
That one place where heaven met earth
To form an unearthly perfection
Simon's meadow
It was here he waited
Staring through the trees at the sky
Waiting
For that one incredible moment
When the sky reflected the goodness of the day
The blue of the calm ocean,
The pure pink of a flower in bloom
Gold, shade of untouched sand, reflecting the sun's light
Brighter shades, purple, green, orange- his meadow
Then utter blackness
That one moment,
When the greatest thing on earth was knowing,
Knowing that the sun would rise again tomorrow