In English we had to write a Shakespearean sonnet, and she had very restricted guidelines, and you can kind of tell by the way it's written, but oh well. I got a 40/50 because I accidentally put 11 syllables on one line and used the same rhyme twice. Anyway, here it is:

Searching for her dreams, eyes watch clear sky blue;
Just a dove with but the gift so yearned by she.
Earth's grasp is taut till she pays land adieu;
Joyous flight with feathered wings will age see.

Thirst to soar up shall be quenched in time due,
Though anticipation surges in truth
Until the wings of freedom show life new,
And adolescence dies with seasoned youth.

When she is ready, Mother Dove will know
And nudge her daughter into newborn life.
So then this flower bird can bloom and grow
And fly away above all petty strife.

Up in the sky are dreams of wise and not;
With courage she will fly from battles fought.