The years fly by
As the days die
No one seems to notice
The things around
Their large world

The sky melts into the sea
The grass and flowers
Wilt and grow into trees
The clouds move across the sky
The trees die

The animals continue
To feel gleeful
Many problems to fix
Not much time
The sad truth
The heroes don’t always win

But still,
A bird continues to fly,
Higher and higher
Hoping one day,
To reach the stars.

--Zulema V., 3rd-6th Grade