Nature and it's Magic
The sun smiles bright and clear
And drives off my fear
With a little less weight on my back I laugh with glee
For with all worries gone, I am free
WOOSH goes the gentle breeze
Just cold enough so I do not freeze
It lovingly teases me by blowing strands of my hair in my face
Blocking my gaze
The grass tickles my feet
When they meet
As I look down at the bright green
As I look down at the bright green
I am reminded that the grass is a place for a queen
And I am given permission to lie on it
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ReplyDeleteNAh jk jk i like that sindu u gooch i like that
ReplyDeleteThat's a really nice poem. Good work Sindhu! would love to see that effort more in class too:)
ReplyDeleteWow! your poem tells me so much about you! its almost like we've gone to school together for years!
ReplyDeletecredit for the sass goes to me
DeleteKeep up the good work.
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