Easter Is ... a poem by Louis

Easter is not

Butter coloured petals
Reaching up to eat the sun's rays

Neither is it

Flowers reaching out of the cold soil
To grasp at the cold air

It's certainly not

A storm blowing against your face
But a nip of warmth inside your body

It's definitely not

Joyful kids gathering at the top of the hill
Watching eggs gently roll away

And it's not even

Troll-face-green leaves
Growing picometres bigger every second

Easter  is

Chickens, cows and sheep reproducing
Children playing outside
And the Sun finally beaming in the violet-blue sky