When I’m riding on my scooter,
the air is as fresh as fruit.
The trees sway from wind and air.
I can hear people talking about how their day is,
and people saying, “Today’s the day.”
The people’s talking is as loud as a lion’s roar.
I can hear the bumps on the road
while the scooter goes.
People drive safely,
but sometimes they are talking
and not paying attention to the road.
I can still taste the pancakes in my mouth
that taste as sweet as honey from the house.
I’m ready for school.
I feel like I’m a hard-working bee.