Bunny in the Bluebells
by Abigail Colas, age 11
I see you there
staring, alert, listening
to what? Let me see—
little blue dresses
swaying in the breeze, spun by
the Maker of life.
Roots and Sky
by Abigail Colas, age 11
As I am planted,
I am nothing but a seed.
As I am watered,
I start to grow, peeking
my head through
the ground.
As the sun shines
on me, I reach
for the sky
stretching up
to the top
of what,
I do not know
and when I’m there
what will I find?
I hope a cloud,
a big blue sky,
a tree so tall—
I wish I could fly.
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