Random Poems I Make When I'm Bored

THIS BOOK WAS MADE WHEN I WAS YOUNG AF

I have improved on my grammar skills as time has past, and I'm 100% sure that my poems are trash, so here's a poem.

Nature's life cycle

The wind is whistling, giving them a call that it's time. They pass between the trees as they slowly die into the night sky.

The trees dissolve gracefully as New knows start to grow hastily like a greedy child waiting for food.

The animals lie in the soft, and comfy grass as they look into the night sky, observing as time shift slower and slower as they fall alseep.

I honestly came up with that while typing so don't judge me, and I honestly have no clue as of why I am still writing in this book.