"Untitled" by: Sanaa Barron

Sanaa Barron, 7th

The steady playing as the wind brushes by The dancing people not caring who sees, Suddenly the music plays Ritardando Not knowing what's going on The music stops

Suddenly the joy erupts Children dancing and playing As the strings vibrate Sounds across the wind As the flowers move along Here- in the spring

Violas play as if they were violins Cellos quietly moving the flowers, As if they were air Still everyone was enjoying the Fresh feeling, of....... Spring