Morning
Wraps me softly
In a blanket of grey
Touches my eyelids
With pale, cool fingers
Sings in my ears
A twittering sparrow
Tugs at my arms
Lifts me gently
From my bed
Saying
Another day is here.
Round and Round
The whirling fan
Touching my cheek
With its butterfly breath
A constant breeze
Blowing summer away
Ruffling my hair
Cooling my neck
Oops!
Making my papers fly!
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Readability:
Grade 6 (11-12 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores
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