Pinnacle Intellect

Birds

The soft soothing sound
That never makes me blue.
Up in the blue skies
Along the white clouds.

Never a disappointment
But a bucket of joy.
Sweet and short
Relaxed and unworried.

Early in the morning
Chirp, Chirp it says.
Making your day
An enjoyable one.

Then it flies away
To make someone else's day.
All goes silent
But the sound still stays.

When the sun is up high,
The sound comes again.
Chirp, Chirp it says.
This time to give you
A Cheer.
When the sun is down,
Here it comes once again.
Now to tell you
How the sweet day was.

Subiksha 5th grade

Another one of our student's poem

Yet another beautiful poem by our student!!!