Raspberry

On the outside, you look like a beehive full of honey. You feel as soft as a pillow. On the inside you are a dark abyss, waiting for you next victim. When I slice you, you sound like a quiet night, no noise, lifeless. You feel like rolling hills, complete with a meadow. You smell like a large misty waterfall. You taste like a tangy bunch of happiness. Tell me, raspberry, why do you hide your smell, when you are so wonderful inside?

- Chiara de S. 6th Grade