In My Rucksack

In my magical bag, I can fit anything inside.

An enchanted quill writing only appears when wet.

A special map that shows you exactly where you are.

A miniature feather to guide you to the nearest contact area.

Potions to cure any illness.

A melodious box to trick anyone who listens.

A replenishing bottle of water to use whenever needed.

An everlasting apple to use when you are feeling peckish.

An extendable rope which shrivels up back to you when you are safe on the ground.

Special seeds that grow instantly when in connection with the floor.

Snug boots that travel anywhere in one step.

And wings on the rucksack that follows you everywhere.

By Cate

Our World

You are a bee hovering over sweet pollen.

You are frog leaping for joy.

You are a spotted leopard racing through the wild.

You are a dandelion dancing in the breeze.

You are like a tree swaying in the wind.

You are like a patch of lush, green grass.

You are as elegant as a flower blooming.

You are as gracious as a sunset.

You are glowing from the beams of light.

You are a part of this world.

By Cate