Saanvi Kumar, Class 6, New Horizon Scholars School, Thane
On a usual Sunday morning While I was strolling down a hill There was something strange under the tree A peculiar shadow I could see I rubbed my eyes, my eyes still The peculiar shadow turned in glee And there was a handsome bear under the tree. I could not believe my eyes When the bear started to sing The bear handed me his guitar and told me to play rock But to me everything was bizarre I was in a serious shock His voice was as soft as the evening breeze He played the guitar like a proficient with ease I slowly gulped my fright And tried to hum with all my might The valleys were filled with his appealing voice The flowers were dancing in rejoice The lonely clouds looked enthralled And the beautiful robin seemed to enjoy his song. The bear ended with a high-pitch note And the valleys became again remote. The bear’s voice brought laughter and joy And soon the beautiful scene was destroyed.