The moon, silver like iron bars glistened for that day,
This day it is that the day goes by the bunnys way.
With chickens and chicks chirping loud,
None is black 'cause there is only white cloud.
New life crosses the towns and citys full of joy and hope,
Would death follow killing all? The awnser is nope,

The moon falls silently drifting in outer space,
As it says bye with its golden silver face.
Up comes the sun with arms of light,
3 seconds before the end of the night
Welcoming all to a brighter day,
The day that it goes the bunny's way.

Laughter is the main noise that suddenly sprinkles the streets,
Filling trades men with the joy to no longer sell animals meats.
Until it Laughter murders all the dying, all the crying,
And those trades men start to remember not about the buying.
They forget the selling and rember the man that risen,
And that life that they do own, he had given...


I woke up this morning, It was easter! I could already hear the laughter filling the streets with joy and fun. I must have to be involved in this. Quickly i pulled off my striped pajamas off and pulled on the light blue top and dark blue trousers. I joyfully danced to the white shining door and pulled on my black polished shoes.The fresh air blasted me back a step. The sun shone happily in the sky and men and woman ran around the streets chasing after there children as they danced in big groups of 10s and 20s.

I smiled as i saw the chickens from the nearby lake walk past the town and quacked gently as chicks waddled behind them. There was calfs proclaiming there first moo with cows delicatly pushing them past the houses when they were distracted.  Piglings ran after there mothers in big packs knocking each other over as they go. Then the farmer came with a flock of sheep. As he went past, small baas were heard pushing past the big ones. It was Easter.....