Nature

by claire   May 8, 2006


Birds are singing in the trees,
they hide themselves beneath the leaves.
the colour green is there shade,
but soon enough they will fade.
as when autumn comes and washes it out,
"come back,come back" we shout and shout.
so that's the story that's the fate,
the wind becomes the tree's hate!

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Nice poem

  • 18 years ago

    by Jason

    Great poem, I really like the rhythm you put in it. Keep up the good work.

    -jason

  • 18 years ago

    by Tylor Dent

    Great poem. keep writing ur a good poet. 5/5

    Jay Jay

  • 18 years ago

    by Cyma Khan

    Short n sweet
    keep writting
    good luck

  • 18 years ago

    by lisa

    I love this poem so much one of my favouite on this site xxx

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