A blur goes past my head
Its joyful colors flashing
Its tiny wings beating
Its up and down motions enchanting
The light catches its feathers
Lighting them up like fire
Changing colors from blue to magenta
Shimmering around my head
Stopping for nectar here and there
Pausing at nearby flowers
Then flies off again
Flashing fearlessly into the foliage
Grade: 6
Glover Park
Washington, DC
J.K. Rowling
To be an astronaut, and for there to be more environmentalists.
My mother