By Zuria Safdar, 9th Grade, Cathedral High School, Lahore.
I saw the stars making the moon spark
When everyone was in their beds I was in my imaginary park!
I saw the moon and it gave me a piece of peace
I saw the moon and it gave me a punch of glee!
I saw the stars chuckling around the moon I saw the stars giggling around the moon!
I saw the moon and it looked like a spot of white cream in a black plate
I saw the moon and it looked like a part of my fairy tale!
Sometimes the moon takes banana shape
Sometimes I dream to slide on its surface!
After pensive thoughts, I came to an end
May God make these stars and moon our Happy End!
By Tasbiha Asim, Karachi, Pakistan
Spring comes out,
When chill goes down,
The stars will twinkle,
Flowers gain their pink.
A smile that returns,
A hare that happily runs,
Butterflies will fly,
Spawns change into fry,
Spring a month best for migration,
Spring a month for celebration,
The roughness of winter is gone,
And the beauty of spring is on.