By DAKOTA SHEARER
Staff Writer
The sky was always
blue. It was filled
with feather-like clouds.
I remember listening,
listening to the birds.
Their songs would fill
my ears. They were
slow, tweet- tweet melodies.
The wind, rain, and
breath, I breathe she
would fill.
I will see her again
way up in the clouds.
With the birds and
their songs.
Until then I will
Wait and listen for
her slow melodic song..