by Jake, fifth grader
Crimson is the taste of juicy strawberries on my tongue.
Crimson is the smell of roses in the springtime.
Crimson is the feel of velvet slipping through my fingers.
Crimson is the sound of a crackling fire on a silent night.
Crimson is the sight of the setting sun on the darkest of nights.
by Alexis, fifth grader
Sapphire is the color of magic
You go deep inside the color and you can’t come out
You are hypnotized in its color of sadness
But you feel nothing.
The world is lost
In its magic
All is gone, dissolved into nothing
In a sea of nothingness
You are lost from reality
Until you realize
It’s only magic