It's the way it's when you dream,
So many lovely lovely seashells you get,
So collect some and and make it wet,
Put it in the sand near the waves,
It disappeared like magic!
Then go for a fun boat ride,
Play some little water games in the ocean,
Play ball with some of your friends,
Play so much like one of the legends,
Play so much because it depends,
I will give you all my sea shells
cause this poem ends.
~Mallika ( 7 years)
