My friend’s voice is like a leap of fireworks.
His voice makes the kiss of joyfulness.
That voice explodes like a boom, chanting
the words and sounds, blending and mixing
so that the sounds make a choir. I love for
him to talk just so I can hear his voice. I
know his voice will always sing for me.
When he sings, I float. The morning sky,
blue as could be, wakes up just for him to sing.
By Hailee, 4th grade
Photo by George L Smyth via Flickr