You are the feeling of the moon’s
soft beams that light up the
starry night.
You are the sliver of silver arrow as it shoots
through the trees during the night, strung
from a hunter’s bow.
You are the silvery pearl forming
slowly inside a hard oyster’s shell.
The soft, sweet sound of the
viper’s silvery voice as it gurgles
and splashes along the riverbank.
You are the still-but-silver reflection of
the moon as it moves slowly across the sky,
bringing early dawn with it, smiling gently at
the earth, waking the birds and calling for
their songs.

by Ivy, 6th grade

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