Silver
That gorgeous, emerald green field,
my scarlet, happy love;
Love is like a silvery Hans,
who protects everyone like a hand in a glove.
I bask in the warm, marigold sun,
that shines through all of my azure misery;
Happiness feels like a speedy, silvery Rudy,
who dashes like he's being chased by angry bees.
The night's sky is the same hue as death,
while pink's the color of happy souls;
Peace is like my silvery death,
which will carry me away, over that beautiful knoll.
The Book Thief
Liesel
Thinking, Loving, Brave, Stealing
Who loves her comrades
Who feels sympathy for all the Jews
Who needs to read and steal a book
Who shares the grief for her dead family
Who fears being hated by her Papa
Who'd like to see her family again
Who dreams of a happy ending
Who ends up being a true survivor
