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Akash

Dec 3, 2024
2 min read

Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Ashton Hope


Our names combined together

spell out the word ‘sky’

and isn’t it perfect for us.


You're bright like the sun,

giving off energy enough to power the universe,

but not to scorch its elements.

Some people find you annoying -

a pain in the ass,

but only those who study you

know how important you really are.

I'm one of them, cause me?

I'm the moon.

The elements that you keep alive,

survive on my pull.

There are a multitude of songs based on me -


praising my beauty and pointing out my spots,

made by the same people that curse you.

But what they don't realise is

that I am, afterall, an element of the universe -

that without you, wouldn't be me.

I'm the bird that takes flight

at the break of dawn,

spreading its wings

and flying across the globe

in search of food to sustain itself

and twigs to make its nest.

You're the breeze that whispers

secrets to the trees

and lifts me up

and pushes me forward,

inch by inch

battling gravity to keep me up.

My feathers swish

as the wind comes at me with full force

and glide as the currents pave my path.

It breathes in the cold

which reaches its lungs and then back out,

then back in and back out,

and so on until the stones being thrown

finally get it,

and even the wind can't keep her up.


Tip, tip, tip, i fall

onto the grass,

into the pond,

onto the rocks.

The air which seemed was being cooked on a stove

is now soothed by the cool precipitation

coming from higher above

anyone’s imagination.

I quench the thirst of the jungle,

I fuel the fertile soil,

I bring relief to the beings.

I fall and fall and fall

until the clouds can let me.

You usually stay clear of my business

but when you know i need to be free,

you don’t hesitate

to open up your doors

and let me cascade down the sky

for you know one way or another,

I'll find my way back to you.

You are from where i emerge,

but i am from which you are formed.


By Ashton Hope

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