Introduction first : this poem is written by my 10 year old granddaughter, Stella Hallberg. She and I are sharing monthly prompts – for April, I sent her the word “glisten.” She could use any variation on the word. There are no edits here. This is what she wrote.
I slip outdoors
left foot, right
sounds, sensations, engulfing me,
taking me far from my bustling home
into the undergrowth and brush.
The birds make thousands of different peeps
in a language not known among men.
The sunlight filters in through the trees
glistening like magic everywhere I look.
Gazing up I see the butterflies
seizing their chance in the spot light
to be stars in their hearts.