But why do we fly when
we can soar in the sky?
Some may say hi but others,
bye.
Keep the happy face and
put your hands to the sky
and soar no where but high.
Reach down low, reach in
front and soar, soar, soar.
By soaring you can open
a door to a colorful world
keep on soaring wildy open.
along with your poem, i really like your painting.
ReplyDeleteeveryone looks happy and there are so many bright colors.
I really love the last sentence!
great poem! and choice of painting :)
I love how your poem stayed related to the story. You made a way to connect the poem with the characters of the paintings.
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