Her's another random poem that I wrote in class. Enjoy!
A treasure underneath the trees,
Swaying in the autumn breeze,
The morning air is cool and thinned,
Not a sound to be heard but the whistle of the wind.
The trees rustle, the birds crow,
The world is bathed in the rising sun’s glow.
The peaceful silence breaks in the warm light,
A radiant wonder, a sunrise delight.
