On Mondays I help my mom with cooking and cleaning
During my holidays I stay and help
And do what I ever to help my mom
When she’s sick I take care of my mom
I give her medicine and warm tea
Later on I sit and watch funny videos with my mom
I love my mom so much
Christmas jungles love her
Uranus Axial tilt makes it like it quilts
The coldness makes it have so much boldness.
Through the ways the cold wind aways.
You can hear the wind howling like a tiger growling.
The 98 degree axial tilt makes it like it weaves.
Some of the 28 moons sometimes have lagoons.
The bounce of gravity has a lot of ounce to it.
The swirling sphere can make disappear.
It is so much blue but it has so many true colors.
Eighty four Earth years can make you have time to go surfing
With you day and night, every year
emotions: sad, happy, joy and fear,
they fill you they do – all the above.
But you have never known love like I have.
The past with the sorrows and grips of depression
shadowing down, holding me now,
they grip us with love they grip us so harsh.
But you have never known fear like I have.
A tail of light
slowly fading out.
Not so bright
covering us with doubt.
Wings of an angel slowly burning
they fall like sparks of a bonfire
giving us hope making us cry.
But you have never known hate like I have.
The tears that fall, the smiles that shine;
they are us – they make us!
Oh how divine!
But you have never known joy like I have.
A tail of light,
slowly fading out.
Not so bright,
covering us in doubt.
You have never known love like I have.
You have never known fear like I have.
You have never known hate like I have.
You have never know joy like I have;
and
you
won’t…
Until you do!
The chime of the bell is a magic sound,
That sends every desk-chair scraping the ground.
We drop all our pencils and close every book,
With a “race you outside!” and a mischievous look.
Out through the doors where the sunshine is bright,
The playground is waiting, a field of delight.
The swings soar to heaven, the slides are like glass,
As we leave far behind us the walls of the class.
There’s a game of tag by the old oak tree,
And “duck, duck, goose” for whoever is free.
The kickball is flying, a red-streaked blur,
While the jump ropes hum with a rhythmic whir.
It’s the land of the brave and the home of the fast,
Where the clock doesn’t matter and minutes don’t last.
A world made of laughter, of shouting and play,
The absolute highlight of every school day.
But then comes the ring that we all know too well,
The “back to the building” recess-end bell.
We trudge to the line with a sigh and a grin,
Tucking all of the sunshine and energy in.
A good day.
Be yourself.
Cereal is the best.
Ding dong.
Eat food.
Farm is flooded with animals.
Good food.
Horses are big.
I like football.
Just be yourself.
Low footballs.
Milk is from cows.
Night is dark.
Oreos are tasty.
Pigs honk.
Quiet duck.
Rest your body.
Smile every time.
Time goes fast.
Umbrellas don’t keep you dry.
Venus is a planet.
Watermelons are tasty.
X -rays make you see your bones.
You are in trouble.
Zebra is not his name.