Ode to a Grape

You
smell of
sweet
dreams.
You taste
like
a soft, gentle song.
Up
close
you resemble
a soft
purple
ball.
You dream
of soft
squishy
pillows.
Your
friends call
you
the Purplestar.
You
are
the
grape.

Lily Aparin-Buck age 9, is in 4th Grade at the Plymouth Meeting Friends School.