The dry trees were graced with a morning shower
As the rose bud bloomed in to a beautiful flower
The darkness destroyed by the sun's wonderful light
And the blue bird continued it's majestic flight
Laughter echoes from the mountain peeks
As the tree roots scope for what they seek
The rain soon turns to solid white
Pelting down on the land with might
The cascade of water ceases to flow
As the hands of time begin to slow
The flowers once so vivid and bright
Shrivel up and lose all their light
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2 comments:
I love your style of poetry and how you manage to rhyme throughout the poem without going off topic =)
Love it! Your poem painted a beautiful picture in my head!
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