Sometimes I dream in class. I dream of a magical place. A place with no war. A place with peace. My mind likes to wander off. I see the most wonderful things. There are trees that don’t get cut down. The animals are safe. The smell is fresh. The air feels breezy. The fruits taste juicy. You can hear the ocean waves. You feel the water rushing over your feet.
This is the place I dream of. Night or day, I dream still. This dream is not an ordinary dream. I hope this dream comes true one day.
By Ionie, 4th grade
[photo by Karen from Michigan via flickr]