The green bayou
chanting a song,
a lullaby, a Friday laugh
The sun’s truth is
freckles, life, and a
secret gift
The sky, the storm,
the flames, lightning
cartwheeling into my skin,
into my bones
Tomorrow a daughter is born
into the ocean
into the wind
they swallow hard
Tough, white snow falling
on the clear, fragile
glass
Crowded is my pocket
with my
fortune.
by Isabella, 4th grade
art by Paul Klee