I am from cinnamon syrup,
On top of sweet chocolates.
A good treat after the long day of hiking,
A steep hill and some rocks.
I work my way up the mountain in Canada.
In winter I am the snow and the water,
The sweet smell of the hot chocolate.
Skiers skiing down the trail,
People watched them go the followed them, me to.
But others who didn’t ski,
Was down in the town partying for the race.
I am from the dream inside of others’
A good discovery of emotion.
Some are happy some are sad,
But they all lead to a good ending
In summer I’m sandy beaches and salty water.
People dive down into the ocean,
Because of the hot, bright and red sun.
Some people just build sandcastles on the sand,
But all are having fun.
I am from schools,
The horrifies of the children’s.
Every day more books more homework.
But always are they having fun.
Bum bum the sounds of the balls,
Banging in PE class.
The teacher is like giants telling them to do everything.
For most students, they think schools are horrible like the tiger,
torcher you like a slave and bad letting you to do what you don’t like.
In the night I am fear,
Trying to explode anytime,
like the hot, bright and orange volcano.
It is as hot as the sun, as bright as the star,
And as orange and the lava.