by Sophia B., Age 13 , Grade 7, Easton, MD USA
Teacher: Mrs.Stinson
Happiness is a sly thing
A mischievous imp, at that
It sings to you like royalty
As if you are the only one deserving
Then swoops away with the song
Absent
Lingering no more
Now, Sadness is a tricky thing
Much like its impish twin
But the mellifluous trills
Are replaced by jagged screeches
with sounds as sharp as knives
Pestering all day
Then leaving
Without a second thought
Like day and night
Ying and Yang
They swoop around
Causing joy and misery
Toying with emotions
Without a care
I’ve seen them do it before
The sly little things
They come and go as they please
With no worry nor concern
But I hope one day
Sometime very soon
We will get those little birds