By Allison Stein, 6th grade, Michigan
Like a crystal sphere
That falls from the sky
Just as the sun shines on it
We become locked into our own world
It is pressured to blow
To fly off on its own
To follow the wind stream
Like we follow our dreams
It longs to be free
To explore the world
To be loose without any
Boundaries blocking the way
When something finally slows it down
It disappears into a mist of water droplets
Yet by begging the blower in desperation
They might just get a second chance
This just goes to show how much we have in common.
