by Shuntranette Sudds
Blow by Maissam Khalil
I see the scene golden as the sun;
A smell of blue bonnets hits my nose;
Like a child at a playground, my how fun;
A world with no cares where anything goes.
Frolicking, jumping, jumping I play;
Sun on my skin like a fresh baked cookie;
I wish I could stay in this place all day;
What wonders this world has to see.
Fluttering by and landing on my hand;
This site, one so untrue;
Feeling my toes so warm in the sand;
Wondering what next is there to do.
Then in a distance a bell ring loudly
And for the first time today I open my eyes.
