Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the rich colour of the night sky. The star-dappled expanse twinkled, the moon smudged across the bay, its milky reflection illuminating part of the beach. Her lips trembled as she tried to put into words the gorgeous view that we were seeing. I smiled, so grateful for my beautiful daughter. The wind whispered, sharing secrets with the two of us despite our oblivion to it. A star soared over us, a bright blur trailing behind. It shook me from my hypnotised stupor.
“Look up,” I began pointing out to her, “can you see the shooting star?”
goldenchild31
the undergrowth. 
Dear Animal Mania,
I really love your story. As i was reading it, it felt like it spoke to me. I love your choice of vocabulary and the power you put in it. Its a beautiful story and you should continue to write. Never give up not matter what. I love writting and reading too.
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Dear Savannah,
That was a really touching comment. I love that, by using that range of vocab and words, I was able to make it as if it spoke to you! Thank you, I also love your encouraging words of, “Never give up no matter what.” Don’t you forget that either!!
by Olivia, proudly an animal lover!
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I really like your poem.
Do you know Basho? I think he is a very great poet.
By the way, I’m also 10 years old.
Please leave me a reply on my blog.
Sincerely,
Ben. V
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Hello Ben V.
Thank you, I do not know Basho, though I will search for him! I will definitely leave a reply on you blog!
From, goldenchild31
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