2nd Place (Child) - June 2012

The Blue

Suns come up then go down
skies are beaming with delight
when I rise I see white clouds upon me
as I dream of stars iridescence.

Wind surrounds me; light or dark.
Will the sun ever go?
if it does I will never forget it.

Birds chirping in the sky
Blue, red even yellow
the sound I feel in my ears.

Summer is almost over.
Never forget the sky;
blue mirror of ocean.

~ Sophia Smith