by Cerentha (3rd grade)
I am the glittering pool of light
forged by the full moon in the lake
on a dark, dark night.
I am the twinkling stars in the sky,
glowing so bright, though I’m
not sure why.
I am the sparkling gems underground,
some of them pointy and some
of them round.
I am the small little pieces of light
spread by the jungle leaves
making it look like night.
A Flower of Your Own Making
East Village Community School, Manhattan, NY
Matthew Brailas, writer‐in‐residence