Are buzzing loudly; the sound
Of teenagers.
Suddenly the sound of birds floating
Through the classroom, like a
Sweet sping breeze. Flowers fill
The room, as the flies become silent
The bussing dissapates and the
Booming is only softly heard
The sound of teenagers completely
gone now.
The honey suckle smell sifting through
The room has settled, inch on inch
And it succeeded.
It can teach.
