Poems

As big as a mountain,
As furry as a cotton ball,
As scary as Dracula,
Strong like Hulk,
As smart as a genius,
Silly like a clown,
As tall as a building,
Shiny like a crown.

Night is when you sleep,
Day is when you’re awake,
The sun goes down and night comes,
The moon goes down back to where it was,
Night and day never meet,
Night and day,
You are awake then asleep.

You open the page,
‘chapter one’
It says.
You start to read,
You imagine a picture
In your head.
The book is about mythical creatures,
Trolls, giants or maybe a minatour!
As you dig deeper,
You soon find,
That an hour has passed,
In no time!

Just from a seed,
Growing up,
Leaves attached
To every branch,
The wind is whistling,
Dancing with each breath of the wind,
Covered in bark,
Creatures living in
Each nook and cranny
Of the trees.

Glowing, shining,
Like it is smiling,
Screw it in,
Flick the switch,
On it comes,
So quick!

The world feels grey
When all is lost
Still, hope is determined.
It takes a paintbrush
And allows you to
See the world
In a different light.
It colors the trees
The orchards and gardens
It colors the sky
The birds and clouds
It colors the forests
The animals and insects
It allows you to start again
On a blank canvas

Sikim, Sikim where are you?
Are you in the kitchen
or in the bathroom?
Are you sad or happy?
Ah…he is sleeping.

The hill had a brown head.
Green grass gave him
Green hair. The hill
Was a beautiful place.
He had butterflies and

Flowers that smelt as
Good as perfume
Manufactured in Italy.
Soon, it was thought
To be an ideal place for houses.
First, one house came, then

Another and then yet
Another. Today, the
Hill is covered with houses
Stacked one above the other.
Slanting roads run through.

The place is as lively as
A neighbourhood in Brazil.
The hill may have lost all
His hair, but today he provides
Shelter to as many people as the
Number of strands of hair
That he had.

In the rainforest there are amazing creatures…

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