Young Writers Project

When the flowers sing sweetly

During the most wondrous of days,

when the sun shines 

its brightest,

I will dance.

I will dance, I will sing,

I will write and play,

while the flowers

in the meadow

sing so sweetly. 

I will listen to their songs,

their cries,

their whispers of not gossip,

but dreams.

I will sit in the grass,

no matter how ticklish.

I will let the dirt submerge my feet

while the flowers sing sweetly. 

And once spring has drifted away,

as if on a small, hushed canoe,

I will wish the flowers a 

comfortable sleep

as they sing their last song.

I will watch them go,

anxious about the year ahead 

without them,

and will prepare for 

their marvelous petals,

their lovely words.

And I will listen once again,

when the flowers sing sweetly. 

Scarlett Cannizzaro, 13, Essex 

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