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The Fire-
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Something was wrong, there was a threat.
I started to cough violently and I smelled smoke.
Could this be a dream?Because it felt like a joke.
Never, had I been so frightened in my life.
I got out of bed and found a sharp knife.
Creeping out of my room I saw flames.
This was no dream, this was no game.
The fire was downstairs, but so was my phone.
As I was thinking, the fire had grown.
It was spitting and churning,
My skin was burning.
I sprinted through a fire free zone,
Only to trip and fall, I think I broke a bone.
I dialed 911, looking for an escape.
No answer, it was a prerecorded message on a tape.
I tried again, while coughing and wheezing.
The door was close, it was so tempting so teasing.
All exits were blocked, the operator picked up.
I asked if she could save me she answered "Yup".
Sirens roared in the distance, could I survive?
As I started to lose conscious, they arrived.
Burns covered me, but I was still there.
I had survived the fire, I now had fresh air.
I inhaled as much as I could.
The feeling was indescribable.It was just so good.
I had a few broken bones and many burns.
My family was at the ER, eyes full of concern.
The next day I woke up. I had survived.
A Tightrope Called Life-
I'm walking on a tightrope,
a never ending tightrope.
The tightrope is called life.
It's not easy walking on it:
some spots are jagged and thin
and bend low when I walk.
This tightrope changes color
depending on my mood.
Red for mad, blue for sad,
yellow for happy, and green for envy.
Sometimes its a rainbow of colors.
I take baby steps on this tightrope:
afraid I will fall.
I need not worry though.
There's a net below.
The net is made of the finest material:
friends and family and more.
The net holds out its many arms
ready to catch if I shall fall.
I've never fallen
but have sunk low.
The net pushes me up.
I feel light as a pillow.
I'm walking on this tightrope
with never-ending glee.
I feel free.
The Yellow Wheelbarrow-
The yellow wheelbarrow sits next to me, so silent.
It sits quietly.
Dirt speckles the insides.
It is not tall, but it is wide.
It is a simple machine.
I take good care of it, the condition of it is pristine.
I would be lost without
My yellow wheelbarrow.
For it shows me things
In a clearer perspective.
It strips down the complexity of objects
In our world today.
My yellow wheelbarrow is there for me.
When I'm by it I feel free.
It is so calm and relaxing to not worry if I am offending it,
I don't have to worry if it will storm out or throw a fit.
For it is a wheelbarrow. Perhaps wheelbarrows are the real superior race.
Most say us humans are so great, but honestly aren't we quite a disgrace?
Have you ever seen a yellow wheelbarrow start war?
I bet some haven't ever seen a wheelbarrow in real life before.
Take a tip from the yellow wheelbarrow,
And simplify things.
In The Clouds-
Up here all the barriers between people break.
Down there we attack each other, like snakes.
Around this area war is a waste of energy, time, money, and it ruins our earth.
Around there a few million deaths doesn't matter, there's always more births.
In this world there is no genocide or mass killings.
In that world wiping out races and animals makes life more thrilling.
In the sky, up in the clouds, we find compassion.Even in large crowds of diverse people.
But down there it's different.
Up here in the sky it is a dream. Maybe someday, things will change.
Wonder-
Wonder is like lightning;
frightening, yet beautiful.
It is a jack in the box,
always able to surprise.
It brings imagination to our world.
It shows who we are on the inside.
It is a hard test:
making you think and ask questions.
Like a tree,
Wonder is essential.
Race Car-
The starting gun fires,
And the cars start to go.
I'm at the pit stop, ready to change a tire
In case it blows.
I start to get nervous, my hands start to sweat.
The driver takes a sharp turn..
He makes it safely! The other crews are upset.
A car starts to go off track, this is a concern.
It's not our team's driver, but it is scary.
We're afraid he will crash.
The car turns, he avoided a collision. Barely.
While this happens a different car goes SMASH!
This is how race car driving is.
Our driver is at the pit stop.
I check the wheels, he's gone in a whiz.
The crew next to us groans, their tire goes POP!
A few laps left, our driver is in first.
Everyone is cheering and yelling.
I feel bad for the car who is doing the worst.
We might win, but I'm no good at fortune telling.
Two race cars cross the line!
Will it be a photo finish? Could it be a tie?
The red car won! That's my team, it's mine!
The driver gets the prize money, he waves. We cry.
The race is over, but the journey is not.
We will be at a diff
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Something was wrong, there was a threat.
I started to cough violently and I smelled smoke.
Could this be a dream?Because it felt like a joke.
Never, had I been so frightened in my life.
I got out of bed and found a sharp knife.
Creeping out of my room I saw flames.
This was no dream, this was no game.
The fire was downstairs, but so was my phone.
As I was thinking, the fire had grown.
It was spitting and churning,
My skin was burning.
I sprinted through a fire free zone,
Only to trip and fall, I think I broke a bone.
I dialed 911, looking for an escape.
No answer, it was a prerecorded message on a tape.
I tried again, while coughing and wheezing.
The door was close, it was so tempting so teasing.
All exits were blocked, the operator picked up.
I asked if she could save me she answered "Yup".
Sirens roared in the distance, could I survive?
As I started to lose conscious, they arrived.
Burns covered me, but I was still there.
I had survived the fire, I now had fresh air.
I inhaled as much as I could.
The feeling was indescribable.It was just so good.
I had a few broken bones and many burns.
My family was at the ER, eyes full of concern.
The next day I woke up. I had survived.
A Tightrope Called Life-
I'm walking on a tightrope,
a never ending tightrope.
The tightrope is called life.
It's not easy walking on it:
some spots are jagged and thin
and bend low when I walk.
This tightrope changes color
depending on my mood.
Red for mad, blue for sad,
yellow for happy, and green for envy.
Sometimes its a rainbow of colors.
I take baby steps on this tightrope:
afraid I will fall.
I need not worry though.
There's a net below.
The net is made of the finest material:
friends and family and more.
The net holds out its many arms
ready to catch if I shall fall.
I've never fallen
but have sunk low.
The net pushes me up.
I feel light as a pillow.
I'm walking on this tightrope
with never-ending glee.
I feel free.
The Yellow Wheelbarrow-
The yellow wheelbarrow sits next to me, so silent.
It sits quietly.
Dirt speckles the insides.
It is not tall, but it is wide.
It is a simple machine.
I take good care of it, the condition of it is pristine.
I would be lost without
My yellow wheelbarrow.
For it shows me things
In a clearer perspective.
It strips down the complexity of objects
In our world today.
My yellow wheelbarrow is there for me.
When I'm by it I feel free.
It is so calm and relaxing to not worry if I am offending it,
I don't have to worry if it will storm out or throw a fit.
For it is a wheelbarrow. Perhaps wheelbarrows are the real superior race.
Most say us humans are so great, but honestly aren't we quite a disgrace?
Have you ever seen a yellow wheelbarrow start war?
I bet some haven't ever seen a wheelbarrow in real life before.
Take a tip from the yellow wheelbarrow,
And simplify things.
In The Clouds-
Up here all the barriers between people break.
Down there we attack each other, like snakes.
Around this area war is a waste of energy, time, money, and it ruins our earth.
Around there a few million deaths doesn't matter, there's always more births.
In this world there is no genocide or mass killings.
In that world wiping out races and animals makes life more thrilling.
In the sky, up in the clouds, we find compassion.Even in large crowds of diverse people.
But down there it's different.
Up here in the sky it is a dream. Maybe someday, things will change.
Wonder-
Wonder is like lightning;
frightening, yet beautiful.
It is a jack in the box,
always able to surprise.
It brings imagination to our world.
It shows who we are on the inside.
It is a hard test:
making you think and ask questions.
Like a tree,
Wonder is essential.
Race Car-
The starting gun fires,
And the cars start to go.
I'm at the pit stop, ready to change a tire
In case it blows.
I start to get nervous, my hands start to sweat.
The driver takes a sharp turn..
He makes it safely! The other crews are upset.
A car starts to go off track, this is a concern.
It's not our team's driver, but it is scary.
We're afraid he will crash.
The car turns, he avoided a collision. Barely.
While this happens a different car goes SMASH!
This is how race car driving is.
Our driver is at the pit stop.
I check the wheels, he's gone in a whiz.
The crew next to us groans, their tire goes POP!
A few laps left, our driver is in first.
Everyone is cheering and yelling.
I feel bad for the car who is doing the worst.
We might win, but I'm no good at fortune telling.
Two race cars cross the line!
Will it be a photo finish? Could it be a tie?
The red car won! That's my team, it's mine!
The driver gets the prize money, he waves. We cry.
The race is over, but the journey is not.
We will be at a diff