My Best Friend

By: Rosa Rodriguez

The sun was calling me outside

As its bright light got in my eye

but I just couldn’t because the grass

the trees, and even the breeze

Weren’t my friends

They didn’t like me

No one did

The breeze blew on my neck

when I was standing  still

the trees threatened me to beat me up

The grass teased my size because

It was taller than me

But the only nice person was the sun

She was the same one as I saw

in my old house

She cheered me up when I felt sad

when the grass, trees, and even the breeze bullied

and teased me

The sun is my best friend