“We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out—and we have only just begun.”-Astrophysicist, Neil DeGrasse Tyson.
Word Bank Words
Mirror
Smoke
Angel
Sizzle
Burn
Blanket
Fold
Dark
Light
Mrs. Collins, 6th Grade
I feel like
A mirror and
From a foreign country. The Black Blanket is
What I call space
The Black looks dark when I arrive
But When I am
Absent for 12 hours.
I feel like I’m going to lava and a burn
Flowing all over me
I fold myself to be a circle when
I am about to go out.
Light turns us into ghosts like a sizzle
On a patty for burgers
Then respawn with a different
Name or Character.
I have 8 siblings,
5 brothers that smell like fire smoke (Not including
- me) and 3 sisters that look like they
Died, but no, they go into
The Sun’s body to take their
Baths there.
We are all different
Including Stars, The
Galaxy, etc.
I admire how you look like a mirror
But you somehow still have a lot of Smoke covering
So you may be a bit foggy, even though you’re impressively pretty
Because of your light
You happen to make my eyes sizzle
By your burning light
I see you in the fold of darkness
Yet I’m wondering
Are you bright enough to see your way through the cosmos
When people make a wish upon you
Do you actually listen to them
Do you grant their desires or no
When I was in the blanket of darkness
I saw how you rose like an angel from heaven
And is that because they helped create you
I still wonder
How big are you
Are you friends with the Sun and Moon
How are you still glittering above us
You may be pretty
But you are still a wonder to me
Mrs. McClain, 7th Grade- Group Two
The feelings you feel
is like a mirror to me
but the way you
make me laugh is like a sizzle
the burn is my stomach
is like a fire, but when it
goes out there’s the darkness
that eats the smoke that
takes away the light away from
me like when my mom takes
the warm blanket
Mrs. McClain, 8th Grade- Group Three
I talk to you
But you stay silent
I’ve seen books talk more
You shine like a flashlight under a spotlight
To me, you mirror like a spec of dust
only floating up there
Do you burn when you’re by the sun?
How is it up there with the angels?
how does it feel
to be up there
shining brightly
people wish upon you
but what
do you wish on
what is your sky
can you wish
do you do the same
as us
do you look in the mirror just
like us
do the angels sing to you
will you come down and
show us
how the sky
is