When The Sun Rises

When The Sun Rises
By Bobbi-Marie (8th Grade)

When the sun rises
People like to wake up like a bird.
When the sun rises
The moon says, “Goodbye”
Like it is never going to come back.
When the sun rises
The birds start to sing as the
Flowers start to grow.
When the sun rises
I wake up and I like to smile
And start a new day.
But the sun always rises.


Resilience: An Anthology of Writing 
IS 313, Bronx, NY
Edited by Dave Johnson, writer‐in‐residence


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