The sun rises like a phoenix,
Shining light,
The dark clouds covering the bright phoenix,
The smell of the wet concrete,
On rainy days,
Filling our childhoods with joy
Now we just complain
As the phoenix descends,
Today will become a memory,
The phoenix will rise again,
But this time life won’t be the same
We’ll look back with regrets,
But we have to move forward
Enjoy every moment and every minute,
Life is short.
--Anureet D., 9th - 12th Grade