The crystal, blue water trickles onto my face as you watch from the wooden bench.
I listen to the pitter patter of the water on the hard concrete.
I run in circles and circles around the sprinkler.I wear a plum-colored, polka dotted bathing suit.
A large octopus dances on the front.
You smile at me.
I smile back.
Your smile is the sun.The Unfortunate Tale of a Fish Named Bob
Deep down in the ocean blue,
Lays a city for large fish and small fish, too.
The fish city is very diverse.
But one little fish doesn't seem to fit in.
He doesn't know how to move his fins.
This poor little fish by the name of Bob,
cannot swim to complete his fish jobs.Bob's gills are amber and sheen,
and he's as lean as a green bean.
He tries to swim day after day,
but Bob o'Bob cannot get his way.
A Small Seed
A small seed sits in the firm dirt.
She cried for water.
She pleads for food.
The seeds looks at the flowers around her.
She asks why she cannot grow into a gorgeous flower.
The flowers reply, you will someday.
One day, the seed will turn into a precious rose.
Her leaves will reach to the sun for warmth.
She will grow.
She will learn.
And she will thrive.The Life of the Leaves
In the summer,
As still as a stone statue.
Colors of brilliant green
Sway in the occassional breeze.
In the autumn,
They fallAs gracefully as a ballerina.
Colors of red, yellow, and orange
Dance in the air.
In the winter,
They disappear
Like a bear in hibernation.
Colors are no longer there,
But remain hidden beneath white snow.
In the spring,
They emerge
Like petals popping out of a bud.
One color consumes the world:
The color of emerald.
The sinking sun is the sign,
that it is the time to go to bed.
So, now you will sleep in silence as
still as stone.
Sweet dreams will surround you.
A summer breeze brings bright stars.
The whispers of morning will wake you,
and once again the sun will appear.
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