So worried,
Feels like I am buried!
Subjects like maths,
They hit my head like bats!
So much to know,
I feel so low!
What to do?
Everybody says “BOO!”
So many tests,
Can’t reach my best!
A pile of books,
With teachers who give us looks!
Sitting on our tables,
Teachers giving our labels.
Always telling us fables!
Behind our house, beside the swing,
There sits a very special thing.
A treehouse built of oak and pine,
With secret steps that twist and twine.
I climbed up high one afternoon,
And hummed a little happy tune.
I found a button on the wall,
That looked so shiny and so small.
I gave that button one small press,
And then the treehouse started, yes!
It shook and spun and left the ground,
Without a single crashing sound.
We flew above the neighborhood,
Far past the river and the wood.
The cars below looked just like toys,
Away from all the town and noise.
Our first stop was a land of cheese,
Where yellow clouds blew in the breeze.
The mountains were a cheddar bright,
A very strange and funny sight.
The little mice wore tiny hats,
And played a game with balls and bats.
They waved at me and shared a slice,
And said, “The weather here is nice!”
I pressed the shiny button next,
Although I felt a bit perplexed.
The treehouse zoomed up to the stars,
Way past the glowing planet Mars.
An alien with purple spots
Was tying spaceships into knots.
He had three eyes and five long arms,
And told me stories of his farms.
He grew bright stars instead of corn,
That sparkled in the cosmic morn.
He gave me popcorn made of light,
That tasted sweet and super bright.
Then whoosh! The treehouse took a dive,
I felt so glad to be alive.
We landed in a deep blue sea,
As safe and dry as we could be.
A friendly whale swam floating by,
And blinked a giant, gentle eye.
The fish were wearing shiny shoes,
And dancing to the ocean blues.
A crab was playing the guitar,
And acting like a rock-and-roll star.
The seahorses swam in a ring,
To hear the coral choir sing.
The button blinked a bright neon,
And told me that I must move on.
We soared into a jungle green,
The wildest place I’ve ever seen.
The monkeys swung from vine to vine,
And drank a bubbly juice of pine.
A parrot spoke a funny word,
The wisest talking jungle bird.
He told me where the treasure lay,
A mile or two or three away.
But there was hidden in the mud,
A giant candy-colored flood.
The river flowed with chocolate sweet,
A yummy, messy jungle treat.
I dipped a cup and took a sip,
Upon this very magic trip.
The next stop was a castle grand,
Made out of sparkly golden sand.
A dragon sat upon the roof,
And blew out purple smoke with poof!
But he was not a scary beast,
He invited me to join a feast.
With cupcakes stacked up to the sky,
And bowls of sweet marshmallow pie.
The king and queen wore paper crowns,
And wore bright yellow fluffy gowns.
They did a dance and skipped around,
With joy upon the castle ground.
Then next we flew to winter days,
Where snow fell down in chilly ways.
The penguins rode on shiny sleds,
With cozy hats upon their heads.
We built a snowman ten feet tall,
And rolled a giant snowball ball.
The ice was smooth, the air was crisp,
The wind blew by just like a wisp.
The clock inside began to chime,
And said, “It’s nearly dinner time!”
I knew I had to hurry back,
Along the winding starry track.
I turned the dial to the right,
And held on tight with all my might.
The treehouse flew across the sky,
As fast as lightning flashing by.
It settled down upon the oak,
And gave a little puff of smoke.
I opened up the wooden door,
And stood upon the yard once more.
My mom called out, “Come wash your hands!”
She did not know of foreign lands.
But I just smiled and waved goodbye,
To my secret house that flies so high.
Little robin redbreast,
What a sight I see.
Without this lovely Autumn bird,
What would Autumn be?
Harvest will be coming soon,
We give thanks to God.
Even if we catch a fish,
Without a fishing rod.
We knock on people’s doors
And we shout, “Trick or Treat!”
And they give us some handfuls
Of tasty sweets to eat!
We pick up the mushrooms,
And we see rabbits and deer.
An awesome Autumn adventure,
So we all gave a cheer!
Beyond your wildest imagination,
It gives you joy,
whether you’re a girl or boy!
You enter a world
Where no one can tell you what to do,
All your stress and problems go away,
And it lets you be in your own world of ‘You’!
No need for a screen,
Whether you’re a kid, adult or a teen!
This wonderful world I grew up in,
And will continue to do so,
Is all because of one thing:
Books!!!
Not everything in life is perfect.
No one is better than you.
Stand up for yourself.
Don’t let anything go through you.
Do your best.
Don’t let anyone hurt you.
Be yourself.
NO ONE CAN STOP YOU
FROM BRING YOU.
A season of fun and delight
It is very bright on Christmas night
We share kindness and love
Just like a white and a golden dove
We get gifts
Some gifts drift or rift
We set up a Christmas tree on Christmas eve
There are many pine leaves
Santa is joyful and fun to give gifts, he runs
He climbs down chimneys at night
But Santa is not right
But guess what …
Our real Santa is our parents who love us the most
The house smells of cinnamon tonight.
Someone is untangling the fairy lights again,
and the little star on our Christmas tree
is leaning slightly to one side.
Outside, the streets are beginning to glow.
Windows are dressed in little golden lights,
and somewhere down the road,
I can hear a child laughing.
I used to think Christmas was about presents,
the ribbons, the shiny wrapping paper,
and waking up early to see what Santa had left.
But I think I’m beginning to understand it differently.
It’s the extra chair pulled up at the table.
It’s the people who remember to call.
It’s sharing the last piece of cake
even when you really wanted it.
And maybe, for someone,
Christmas isn’t quite so cheerful.
Maybe there’s an empty seat,
or someone they wish could be there.
I hope they find a little warmth somewhere,
in a kind stranger, a familiar song,
or a small moment that makes the day easier.
Because Christmas doesn’t have to be perfect.
The lights can flicker, the cake can burn,
and the gifts don’t always arrive on time.
Perhaps the real magic was never under the tree.
Perhaps it was always the love
we carried into the room. 🎄
Yesterday, I stood beneath a tree.
Nothing special, really.
Just an ordinary afternoon,
the kind we usually forget.
A tiny leaf landed on my shoulder.
I watched it for a while,
wondering how far the wind had carried it
before bringing it to me.
Somewhere nearby, a bird was calling.
Another answered.
I couldn’t understand their conversation,
but somehow, I didn’t need to.
The sky was turning orange,
and the clouds looked like they were
slowly drifting away from the day.
I wish we noticed these things more.
The smell of rain before it falls.
The sound of leaves moving above us.
The warmth of sunlight on a quiet morning.
We are always looking for something beautiful,
somewhere far away,
when perhaps it has been right here
all along.
And that evening,
before I went home,
I looked back at the tree.
It was still standing there.
Just as it always had. 🌿
In moments small and times so grand,
Friends are the ones who understand.
With every smile and shared embrace,
They fill our lives with warmth and grace.
Through sunny days and storms that roar,
Their friendship opens every door.
In every laugh and every tear,
They stand beside us, always near.
Hand in hand, through thick and thin,
They help us find the strength within.
Though days may change and seasons shift,
Our bond remains, a cherished gift.