The Mist
--- Emily Tian, 3rd Grade
The mist creeps up quietly without any sound
But the wind blows it around and around
The mist still twirled up high in the sky
Without reaching to our eyes
The clouds block the mist from its voyage
Like a door blocking all of the storage
The mist thinks this is no big deal
The mist blocked lions from their meal
The mist travels through the cloud
Again making not any sound
It finally reaches mother moon
And whispers in the language of the loon
But then the sun finally arrives
The mist thinks “what a surprise”
Then the cloud goes down,
down,
down
With a lot of sound
drip, drop
drip, drop
Oh, the Ocean
--- Emily Tian, 3rd Grade
The ocean beyond the acres of the earth
Looking down into the beautiful blue
Stretching miles and miles of blue green silk
Reaching slowly to google and beyond
Watching every single movement of life
Ever so small planktons
Are moving slowly
Humongous huge whales are active, too
I heard the faint rusty of waves
Deep down to the bottom of the ocean
See life down there is very, very dark
But there still is action and life, too
The ocean is a beautiful home
With dolphins, sea turtles
And lots of fish, too
The magnificent ocean is similar to the land
Both are homes, elegant homes
Oh, the ocean,
Oh, the beautiful ocean
Stretching out, reaching slowly, beautiful home, the ocean
Through the bitter cold winters,
Passing the burning hot summers,
Oh the blue ribbon of home,
Marvelous sea
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