This is written for my choir teacher. She is so influential and a great person. One day I hope to grow up to be like Mrs. E. ( also her favorite animal is a hedgehog )
Warm brown spikes
Warm brown skin
Under the blankets
My hedgehog is hidden
He is playful
and scurries around
Under the couch
and yet he is still found
he sleeps on the stars
and hums the notes
of which make him an angel
and in the sky, he floats
over he runs to get some water
he drinks and drinks
before he begins to hum again
but he stops to think
What my little artist
is more than i ever will
but when he is asleep
he is peaceful and still
no more humming
until the next day
when he goes over the music
for the holidays
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of Words
PoetryA book of original poetry and original songs. I will also include thoughts in here because it is always lovely when our voice is heard. I like to right whatever is going through my head and I like sharing it for feedback. Some of the things I write...
