Whispering Snow

The snow fall upon a whisper tree
and drops like ice into my mouth.
It falls like a peaceful sign,
a sunrise from heaven,
tumbling out from the air we breathe.
My mind thinks of snowbirds flying everywhere.
Is the world at a point that is dangerous?
Feel the glory of the heavens.
Feel the moonstones falling from the sky.
The future is like happiness beside me.

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Kaila Ontiveraos, Age 8
Durham Elementary School
Durham, Calfornia
Teacher: Rebecca Ginney