for a while I just sit there, in the cooling shade of my favorite tree. everything is perfect. perfect as can be, under my favorite tree that loves and adores the company of me. soon I tire just sitting there, and so I start to climb up its smooth, brown bark...up into the branches so high. I start to slip, but it catches me, and lets me know I'm safe...even when the wind pushes me, and when I look out at the sky up high because its my favorite tree, that loves and adores me.

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Hunger

by Bluemonkey
Grade: 7
State: Canada

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The first spark of color appears,

darkening the world with it's presence,

it glides over the page,

like a glass surface recently cleaned,

never leaving the white canvas that rumbles the insides of souls,

every color,

countries that suffer,

no agreement between each other,

it's viewed by stranger's, but the shapes are nothing new,

it fills your head, being your number one priority,

the image lost to the world,

no words, but you know when it's REAL