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.