12 pale silhouettes dancing
in a moonlit courtyard
glistening under a gossamer fog.
That is why the sky is blue. A rather
odd remark. The silhouettes were clouds
swaying in the moonlit courtyard of the sky.
The low, gossamer fog danced, made blue
silhouettes resembling the sky.
The sky danced in the tall, pale cedar tree
that shined like the gray chimes that
hung from it. In the magnolia tree,
flowers blooming with small petals
curling in circles like the sky in
which the blue world began.
By Zoe, 4th grade
[photo by kevin dean via flickr]
Originally published on July 8, 2009.
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