We all have an animal, 

In our spirit, in our soul,

But have you ever wondered

If your animal is a gazelle or a foal,

My mom calls me her cheeky little diva monkey.

 And my dad calls me his little puppy dog,

My grandma calls me a  graceful swan,

And my great-grandpa... well at the moment he's got brain fog!

What is my spirit animal,

I have no clue,

Is it a monkey, a puppy, or a swan,

Do you?

When I close my eyes,

I can see my soul crystal clear,

It spreads joy through my body,

It is a deer.

One Peaceful Evening

On the docks, on shores,

When the wild horses roamed the Moores,

The sun set, leaving a pink sky in its trail,

As beautiful as the singing whale!

I stood there, with the eye catching skies reflecting in the water,

There was nothing there for me to falter

Trouble! Trouble!

Mom! Dad!

Our Cupboard's stuck in a giant bubble!

Our Situation's really Bad!

Zip! Zap!

Fifty more objects float in a bubble!

And to top it off, our floor is now made of honey and sap!

What do we need, a fairy or magician!

What do we need, Athlete or musician!

Well all we needed was for mom to come downstairs and cleanup!

Oh! A real dream come true!

Snowflakes everywhere

It is going to be hot

nice ice lemonade

 

2.       Winter is freezing 

Snowflakes are falling from the

Sky raining upon us

 3.       Headaches are very bad

Your head is hurting a lot

It does not feel good

Mom is a treasure

A blessing, not in disguise

Love is forever

Cheep! Cheep! Quak! Quak!,

The god above has got my back!

I will Cross the road today,

Oh! The day is today!

Cheep!Cheep! Quak! Quak!,

The god above has got my back!

If the cow can do it, so can I,

Oh! It's a lot harder than I thought! Oh my! oh my!

Cheep!Cheep! Quak! Quak!,

The god above has got my back!

I'm There! I'm There! I'm halfway there!

I know where this path will take my I know where! oh where!

Cheep!Cheep! Quak! Quak!,

The god above has got my back!

I've crossed the road! I have! I have!

So, Cheep! Cheep! Quak! Quak!

Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?

You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate;
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me,—since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it,—that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sworn, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

My Review:
I felt really good while reading this poem. It is about an astronomer who writes a poem to his old pupil. It reminds me of my teachers from other grades and makes me miss them. I also felt happy while reading this poem, and I could relate even though this poem is written to a pupil rather than a teacher.

Seven colours, it must be a rainbow.

Rainbows shine up in the sky,

Oh, I don’t know why up so high.

I love to watch the rain and sun,

But watching a rainbow is much more fun.

Stars have been stencilled up so high,

Sarah looks up at the stars and the sun,

Seeing the stars and the sun,
Sarah has so much fun.

 

Btd battles

You might think we play as cattle’s

But you actually play as monkeys

And those monkeys are so very funky

But also kind of chunky

I like to play sports

I haven’t played in a while

Fun all day

It’s such a nice change

Just I hate it when the sun is too hot

It’s a battle that cant be fought

When I get serious im the best 

A fighting machine that never rests

I sometimes fall down

But I get up again

On the badminton field I never feel pain

Deforestation

It shouldn’t be an occupation

There should be better occupations

Like running nations

So stop deforestation

 

There is no rejecting that

Climate change grows and feeds

On the trash that we don’t need

Climate change is worse than it’s ever been

It is worse than the world has ever seen

If there’s no climate change that will be neat

But right now everyone is sitting back in their seat

Climate change is very bad

Its destructing animal’s homes, it’s so sad

It’s the worst disaster we have ever had

So come on, let’s get together

Let’s work on changing the weather

So, there’s a better future forever

 

 

A world of dreams,

The sounds of the singing whales echoing through the sky,

The chorus of nature beating in my heart as I rest upon the mountain ranges

The sun sets, and the sky turns to shades of gold,

The resonances of nature turn to hums at dawn,

As night approaches the earth,

The smell of fresh daisies turns to dust as night approaches,

My Magical Wonderland

 

 

Crystal white walls,

And intricate designs.

A wonder of the world,

From before 1999.

 

Entirely made by Shah Jaha,

A green meadow in front.

Beautifully made,

Where animals don’t get hunt.

 

The fresh sea water fills the aroma around,

The sounds of seagulls reverberating in my ears,

The small particles of sand tickling my feet,

The smell of sandwiches guides me back to my picnic,

So I enjoy with family and friends

Yum! Yum! Yum!

The sandwich was awesome,

We played with our slippery and wet Frisbee,

Because the ball tossed into the sea,

The same thing happened to the frisbee!

Going Around the amazon rainforest

Every creature I see is the rarest

All around nice tall trees

This is as nice as it can be

 No other humans just animals and me

Splish 

Splash

No wonder its called a rainforest

If I am going to be honest

It’s as wet as the sea

There’s no rejecting that 

 Writing answers I don’t know

Whenever I see homework, I have to go

Teachers telling you to sit in one place

And screaming at you to pick up the pace

Homework dropping on the floor 

Tomorrow my back’s going to be sore

My life was ruined ever since homework came

since then I have been in endless pain

Learning about biodiversity, oceans and seas

Me and homework will always be mortal enemies. 

With a beautiful rough Main,

The fear of many humans,

And puts our existence to bane.

 

The lion can sense fear,

Living in a mighty pride,

Hunting in the African Savannah,

 Where many wilder beasts have died.

         

Working as a team,

Rounding prey up like sheep,

The king of the jungle,

 Sends its enemies to sleep.

 

It smells like death,

Out there in the cold world,

The lion is being brought to extinction,

And scared they are curled.

 

The king of the Jungle is dying,

Smelling poison gas,

Habitat is being destroyed,

And so, they are being held beneath glass.

Human Rights is our seed.

We grow because of them,

We proudly present our emblem.

Out there was joy, no fear,

Every voice was heard, whether far or near.

A ceremony is held, then and there,

We give all the gratitude we can spare.

For those who were brave and stood strong,

For, who proved britishers rule was wrong.

We now commemorate that in gay,

With a Happy Independence Day!

not any trash, as clear as can be!

Next to you there are nice tall trees

and all around you there’s a cool breeze

oh imagine what a world it would be!