Sky Garden Tales
(Singapore)
My pencil woke up curious today.
“Can we draw the future?” it asked.
Before I could answer,
lines began to rise like stems of steel and glass.
The Supertrees appeared first—
giant gardens with glowing veins,
reaching for the clouds as if they were chasing dreams.
The pencil zipped between them,
sketching bridges, boats,
and a skyline that looked like it could breathe.
Then came a secret:
there’s a place here called the Cloud Forest,
where waterfalls live indoors.
I smiled—
imagine rain with air-conditioning!
When I signed the page,
the pencil hummed quietly,
its tip silver with pride.
Sometimes, it whispered,
even cities learn how to bloom.
✨ If your pencil could plant a dream, what shape would it grow into?