The Heart of Poetry

I am a gentle child
drinking guava juice,
a dry galaxy gliding over Shinjuku.

I am the heart of poetry,
the fire of the sun.

I am the light touching
the bottom of the ocean,
the dust sleeping in the moonlight.

I am a gift of a sweet thought,
the light of a beautiful child.

I am the star of a mother,
the feelings of a father.

by Alyssa Poentis
6th grade, Na‘au