The mountain air is clear as water,

The scent of pine around,

Is carried on the breeze of twilight,

And twinkling bells resound.

The Trees and stones there softly slumber,

A Dream enfolds them all,

So solitary lies the city,

And at it’s heart- a wall.

The wells are filled again with water,

The square with joyous crowd,

On the Temple Mount within the City,

The shofar rings out loud.

Within the caverns in the mountains

A thousand suns will glow,

We'll take the Dead Sea road together,

That runs through Jericho.

But as I sing to you, my city,

And you with crowns adorn,

I am the least of all your children,

Of all the poets born.

Your name will scorch my lips forever,

Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told,

If I forget thee, golden city,

Jerusalem of gold.

My World- Poem

This is just a poem I wrote one morning at like three.

My world is filled with dreams,

Each one unique.

My life has no boundaries,

Only possibilities.

My love contains passion,

Brighter than a million diamonds in the sky.

My Imagination is limitless,

Just as the Universe.

My Body is unique,

It cannot be replaced.

My Liberty cannot be questioned,

For it is like nothing else.

My Experiences cannot be duplicated,

For no one knows me as I.

My Abilities are valued,

As all should be.

My Ideas are considered,

Not thrown aside.

You are Special too,

Everyone is.