there is
nothing
alarming
about Bach's
cello suite bouree
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun
Tho clouds may punish with storms on the ground
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found.
Tho clouds may generate storms on the ground
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive.
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
From that river of pain with a helping hand
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive
As mankind pursues truth all over the land.
From that river of pain with a helping hand
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As mankind pursues truth all over the land
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun.
Oh my Beautiful Butterfly,
I want to see you fly;
Why are you resting inside the pupa?
Come on! It's time to wake up;
Don’t be shy to fly,
Oh Dear! Your limit is sky;
We have seen too many colors,
But your’s is so special to us.
Come out quick with flying colors,
I want to see you flutter.
Will you land on my hand?
Or will you fly to see your friend?
No issues about that baby.
I just want to see you fly;
Its morning time
But getting up has no drive
Trying to keep my eyes open
I feel such heaviness
Heaviness!
I don't know where it lies
Also am I not sure, of what?
Whether its there
But I feel it
Such heaviness in my eyes
Even the bright light
Shinning through my window
Is not enough to clear it
And I simply turn my back
At night I have set my alarm
Hoping to jump at its sound in the
morning
But I simply throw my hand at the
clock
And off it goes
I lift my hand to put off the alarm
But I now feel my body as the
heaviest thing in the world
That I can't lift from the bed
And out of the sleep that I am not
fully into
My organs are working
But my muscles can't get to do
enough
And I feel as though they are tied
All these thoughts and feelings run
through me
Which shows I am not totally asleep
But I still can't get up
When I finally get up, I think;
How can something as simple as
sleep be difficult to get out of
No answer
But a wondering mind.
There is a girl named Brianna
She Is 12 years old and she loves tea
And makeup! So every morning when she
Gets up she does her hair and makeup then gets a cup of tea.
Then she goes to school and meets up with her friend Tiffany but Tiffany does not
Do her makeup so every morning she does Tiffany’s makeup without leaving a spot.
When she gets home she gets a cup of tea and goes to bed.
By Aunika Alch
Age12
Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed