(024) A Day From A Plant's Life Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)

The sun is creeping above the hills
Giving an orangish tinge to the sky
The sky turns a beautiful shade of colors
As the early birds fly by
I reach up as far as I can
And stretch my green leaves
While my neighbor, the tailorbird
A comfy little nest weaves
I silently smile to myself
My flowers are in bloom
I began to observe everything next to me
Even the old lady’s broom
I hear a soft buzzing sound
Ah, my first customer of the day
The bumblebee smiles and sits on my flower
As I wish him a very good day
I give a small giggle as on the flower
Mr. Bumblebee gets stuck
He tries to pull himself out but he
Topples into the muck
I hear the sound of footsteps
It is the little girl
Who quenches my thirst every morning
And she is as clean & shiny as a pearl
She pours water to my roots
And plucks one of my flowers
She tucks it into her golden locks
And plays with her friend for hours
I began to talk to my friend miss rose
About everyday happenings
Till dusk arrives when
In her melodious voice the cuckoo sings
Very soon the sky turned orangish purple
And the sun began to set
Far away the old fisherman
Pulled out his fishing net
I yawned to myself
My flower’s petals huddled up close
I fell fast asleep knowing that
It’ll be long before morning when I rose.