Soft Morning

I gaze at the stars and the
reflection of them twinkles
in my eyes, the soft melody
of crickets gently lulls me to
sleep as I lie on my beat-up
towel, watching my world change
on the horizon.

In the early morning hours,
all to myself while everyone else
sleeps in, our ancient wood floor
creaks with every step,
the slightest sound echoes. The
house fills with footsteps and
my world changes again.

by Parris Johansson 4th grade, Kahala Elementary