The Warmth of the Sun

It was a beautiful day in the first grade. 

The sun was shining without an ounce of shade. 

Mrs. Lohr said, “Okay class, it is time for art!”

I was so excited, I could not wait to start.

My heart was beaming like the shining sun.

My mind was gleaming, art was so much fun!

Mrs. Lohr said, “Class, I want to see what you’ve drawn!” 

But she did not like my work, and the sun was gone.

It was a gray day in the second grade.

There were clouds in the sky and there was a lot of shade.

Mr. Barta said, “Class, draw anything you’d like!”

My mind was blank, I felt no light.

I decided to leave my paper white.

Mr. Barta walked over to my row.

I was afraid he thought I had nothing to show.

“Whoa!” he said. “Is this a day in the snow?”

I felt my heart begin to glisten and glow.

I looked out the window and saw no clouds, not one!

It felt so nice to feel the warmth of the sun.