Rashi Soni, Class VI F
It feels so good to be out and free,
Jumping hurdles or climbing a tree.
This is what I truly call life,
Like in your heart has been thrust joy’s knife.
He runs and plays and shouts of joy,
Playing pirates and shouting “Land Ahoy”.
Then he comes and nicely sleeps,
Until the sun from amongst the clouds peeps.
Again he wakes and plays and runs,
And thus again all the fun begins.
