Clouds of Joy
By Twyla Watkins
I was bouncing on clouds in the starry night sky. The clouds glowed in the deep forgotten darkness. I looked down and saw the tiny houses of my neighbors down below. I closed my eyes and imagined me as a giant looking down at the small innocent faces of my enemies. “One, two, three, four,” I said as I jumped from one cloud to another. I looked up into the night and saw the stars twinkling at me. They seemed to be laughing. I jumped and spread out my mighty wings. I felt like a bird taking flight for the first time. I landed down at my kitchen table and saw my parents smiling at me. Oh, what a joy it was to see their faces.
Twyla is a fifth grader at the Chester A. Arthur School in Center City Philadelphia and a proud Mighty Writer.
