Easter Morning
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Grace Lawrence, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2008
In the morning as the sun rises up,
The trees and the bees are filled with love,
The earth is moist, the trees, they are wet,
The animals jump up from where they once slept,
The sun rays dance from my window into my room,
Those pretty little flowers are now in bloom,
The plants and the bushes sway side to side,
As the wind passes, raising their branches high,
I dream of a world like this every day,
With no hassles, just go outside and play,
But sometimes this is not true,
Sometimes things aren’t good,
Wars, duels, violence, feuds,
Why are we fighting? I don’t know WHY we even would
I dream of a world were the sun rises up,
And the trees and the bees are filled with love.