By Carolina Bevanda, 11, BC
Spring Breeze in all its glory and might,
I look at the birds if only I could take flight.
They soar through the clouds as lions do roam,
If only I could spread my wings and abandon my home.
But I am not a bird, just a young girl,
And my eyes are not starlight, and I don’t have sun bleached curls.
I am only but an ordinary child,
Small and meek as a lamb is mild.
If only I could parade through the air like geese,
Only then could I end my love affair with spring’s tender breeze.