By Ritika Rawat, age 9, New Jersey
I wish I could fly away,
And the universe will lead me to the way.
I wish I could soar up in the sky and fly,
oh so very high.
I want to flap my wings up to the sky,
but when I’m down my heart stings.
Up, and up I go, and my journey begins,
Everything is great and we all win.
I come down from my dreams
because not everything is what it seems.
By Ritika Rawat, will enter grade 5 this fall, Indian American, New Jersey.