Blossom from the ground,
They sprout tall and beautiful.
Running like bees,
Busy in the hive,
In bright orange shirts,
The organize; row by row.
A never ending cycle,
Of life and death.
Painted with the colours of a rainbow,
And the strength of green,
The profit made,
Serves us all.
And watched by millions,
It all starts again.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PuisiThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
