(This is a poem not a story, and it’s me not my brother lol)

Streets

Cars rushing by

No traffic lights in sight

Cracks and bumps

So wide

Every step

Feels like a hike

Babies wailing

Beggars pleading

Pedestrians crowding

The narrow, deep

Never ending alleys

Brown,

Orange,

White,

Fluffy,

Furry,

Tiny

Cats

At every turn

Searching for a home

Or even just a friend

Here I am

Wavering back and forth

Squeezing my way through

Searching

Desperately

For an end

Asking

To go back home

Where the streets are wide

And the sidewalks are smooth

Until I look up

My eyes reach the sun

Which casts itself

On the breathtaking sea

The waves fizzle

Creating sparkles

The moss floats

Adding a pinch of green

To the deep blue

I turn around to see****

**Flowers scattered about the**

Grassy areas

Sprinkles with tiny bushes

And outlined with

The peaks of large mountains

And I know

Along the journey,

I may fall,

I may feel clumsy,

I may miss home,

I may struggle

But when we all

Put our hands in

And go beyond our limits

We will be enveloped

In unreal beauty

So yeah, don’t give up!😜

(This is about a city called Fez in Morocco)