Most all life is dead
Barely a single thing alive
The plants and animal strive
To hold onto their lives
Things start to grow
There is no more snow
Births are given
Animals come out, as they were hidden
The sun blares down
And gives me a frown
I wish it would rain
So the heat wouldn't bring so much pain
Leaves are falling
Birdsong is calling
Stepping outside, leaves crunch under my feet
Everything is is colourful, nothing is bleak
Leaves are gone
Animals too
Everything is dead
But I do not feel blue
For the cycle will repeat
As seasons do
It has never broken
And it is older than me or you
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Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
