The wind ripples
The lonely field
Of grass
In the prairie
Where its blades stir
Then stop
The sun shines down
Then turns to night
Again
The world rotates
The seasons turn
About
In this big world
A bug so small
Crawls
About he goes
'Cross inch by inch
Alone
"Help me," he cries
But no one comes
Silence
So he moves on
He bumbles 'bout
He goes
Even the bug
In such beauty
Leaves
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Poems of All Ages and Colors:
PoesiaA series of poems written by myself, with no general pattern or structure. What will you get from them? Let me know if you have any suggestions/poems, as well as what you got from the poem! Nothing's wrong, it's subjective, though I do have a meanin...
