When the world started moving I had a feeling it didn't seem like hope or relief. It was like a sick feeling inside my heart. I put my feet on the wooden floor, the cold crept into my body. I sat there not knowing what to do. I expected to hear the sirens of ambulences, as I did these all these months. Now I could only hear the faint tick of the old wall clock.

I glanced at it but could not recognize the time as it was thick with dust. Then I heard people shouting and laughin. A part of me wanted to join in and anthor just wanted to stay in my cocoon. Then I heard a loud rap on my door. It sounded so odd as it had been months since I experienced it. I slowly heaved myself up wards. I slowly walked towards the door, wondering " Was it safe?" I slowly twisted the door knob. It creaked so loud that I jumped in my tracks. When I finally opened it, I stared. I stared into the space that once contained a happy family. A woman a man and a little girl. All that was the man and the memories of the lost ones.

I put my feet on the floor and the rapping started to get louder, almost deafening.

As I walked past several rooms with nothing but the shadows arising...

As I grew nearer to the door my heart started thumping. I slowly walked forward. The palms of my hands slick with sweat. I turned the knob to find my neighbo. She shouted " Come join the fun." I looked behind here. There it was. The sunlight so bright I shielded my eyes. The grass so pure so green. I walked more and more. I couldn't believe it. Was this where I lived?

I looked around, ponds that used to hold garbage was now crystal clear with fish bobbing up and down. Flowers bloomed in one's sight. Nature had taken back itself. The world finally looked like something god had created, not something we wasted.

Sunddenly a warm feeling came over me, the world hadn't brought injustice to me, it had just given us what nature was feeling all those years.

I will always cling onto the fact that these diseases took me from my loved ones, but I will always remember it was I who took the Nature from our earth.

While passing by a river I saw golden fish leaping out of the clear water.

While passing by a river I saw graceful gazelles drinking water daintly.

While passing by a river I saw a little boy splashing about.

While passing by a river I saw a beautiful sunset.

While passing by a river I saw a sky blue river!

My heart breaks in two as I watch you explode.

The colors flooding my brain.

The creations I have created destroyed forever.

The life I have given killed.

How could this happen for I have helped you.

For I created you.

How I loved you.

How could let this happen.

You have shattered me for good.

I Mother Nature.

My heart is beating like a drum.

My throat is dry as the moon.

My face is as red as a apple.

My hands all like tennis balls.

My voice is as loud as a rocketship blasting of.

My legs are as cold as ice.

Kids run out the doors for joy.

As for the sunlight has come.

The Days of sorrowful winter has passed.

The sweet scents of spring reaches my attention.

I touch the soft pink bloomers.

The sunlight hits my skin.

Spring has come.

When I get sucked into the world of fantasy, my heart skips a beat. I feel as cool as a cucumber, no matter what my worries are. My heart flutters and dances in circles, when I get sucked into the world of the book. When I get sucked in I imagine myself as the character in the setting. How he or she or must feel and thinking of ways to solve their problem. When I read I am no longer who I am. I am the character. I take their characteristics , appearance, and their attitude. When I read I feel utmost joy.

Intelligent

A+ I get and shall always.

Buried in the  deep ocean of a book always.

Prim and proper I shall be.

Candle light still burns brightly at midnight.

I am intelligent.

The time has come.

For the flower to bloom

For the bird to hum a tune.

For me to be playful.

For me to be joyful.

For me to feel the warmth.

For me to feel brighter as the gray day is gone. 

My Cat

Has the color of Ginger.

Also called as Ginger.

Drinks from a gingery saucer.

With a greedy look on his face.

Dozing in the lawn on a gingery day.

Lazing around, enjoying my occasional treats.

With a gingery look when he finds the prey.

But his worst fear is still a dog.