My worldview

Life is a Concerto When a concerto starts, it can begin with a booming roar or a soft whisper, Either way it is the start of something surprising and new; it is the creation of life, And when it starts, it doesn’t stop, it is a stampede of elephants, mighty and unstoppable, The notes are your friends, harmonious and rarely full of strife A concerto has different movements that correspond to the different stages of life. The first movement is fast and lively, mirroring an active child, The second is full of depth and meaning, similar to a mature adult, And the third movement resembles an elderly person, mellow and mild.

The Ambience of My House Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Chhhhhhhhhh, Click, tick, click, Burple, burple, Drip, drip, Creak, creak Wrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Stage Fright The vast audience is in silence, Eyes staring at me like darts, I feel the keys under my hand, The lights glitter like sparkling eyes, The vast chamber echoes like a grand cathedral. My hands dance like a professional waltzer in a ball room, My heart thumping like a drum, My head spinning like a ballerina, Sweat drops from my fore head like rain falling. Finally I finish, The crowd claps and I leave, I feel relieved and proud, And most of all, Accomplished

Hello! In this book, I will talk about my worldview by using poems! I enjoyed creating these poems and I hope you like them as well. I am a 13 year old boy who goes to a special program in Seycove called PLP. I have created a 45 second video to further introduce myself. -Chris

Youtube version: https://youtu.be/EjH7TzJY53E

Check out my blog as well! https://www.blog44.ca/christianl/

Thanks for reading my book, I hope you enjoyed it!  I found it quite fun creating and putting this book together!

Red and white Beautiful and bright A seal stands in the light A man with a gun A shot echoes The seal lying on the floor Blood on the snow Seals rush to aid Only to be taken out Man smiles with glee

My worldview My worldview slips into my mind, It lurks around, Sometimes it’s full of life, Bouncing about, Sometimes it stares at me ominously, Like an x-ray scanning through me. It is a mirror of who I am, A combination of all my past experiences, It is what made me who I am today, It is me.

The difference in life The birds caw in the distance as they fly around in the night sky, The sweet smell of sap flows into my nose, I feel the breeze rustle through my hair, I watch as petals fall off a rose, I can taste water as it trickles into my mouth. The cries of hunger from children echo the street, Grey smoke billows into my nose filling my lungs, The heat of the sun blazes onto my face, Homeless people wander around begging for money, I still can taste the rancid leftover meat that I ate awhile back. One moment you can be living a decent life, The next you could be begging on the street, Cherish every moment of your life.

A world long ago They all listened of the world long ago. A part of his tale was known to some but the full tale to none. Many eyes were turned to fear and wonder because of their eagerness of knowledge. For in that time evil received aid and grew mighty in craft. ——————————————————————————— Lord of the Rings, chapter 4, by J.R.R Tolkien Prose: Then all listened while Elrond in his clear voice spoke of Sauron and the Rings of Power, and their forging in the Second Age of the world long ago. A part of his tale was known to some there, but the full tale to none, for not even Galadriel and Cirdan had heard the full account of the latter part, and many eyes were turned to Elrond in fear and wonder as he told of the Elven-smiths of Eregion and their friendship with Moria, and their eagerness for knowledge, by which Sauron ensnared them. For in that time he was not yet evil to behold, and they received his aid and grew mighty in craft, whereas he learned all their secrets, and betrayed them, and forged secretly in the Mountain of Fire the One Ring to be their master. But Celebrimbor was aware of him, and hid the Three which he had made; and there was war, and the land was laid waste, and the gate of Moria was shut. -Chapter 4 of Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien

The Different Layers Life has many different layers, like an onion, Some parts are like a butterfly, bright and nice, Whilst others are like a moth, dull and grey, Life is like a bullet, fast and concise. It can also be as unpredictable as the weather, At times, it can be as challenging as a duel, And can also be as fragile and fleeting as ice, So you should protect like it is as precious as a jewel. And when you feel it slipping away like sand, You will look back into the past like your elderly grandpa, And remember all the memories you made that are beautiful and grand.

A 13 year old boy, Who enjoys different subjects, Ranging from the clicks and clacks of mechanical keyboards to the wonders of the world of D and D, A semi-competitive swimmer, And a piano player, An enjoyer of video games, And an avid reader. Student in a school called Seycove, In a program called PLP, And finally, The youngest of a close-knit family.

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