The hills that sprout up all around me
Are small compared to the mountains
They are like ants, in a world of gaints
They fight every day and night
to try and get bigger
But they do not give up
They make people huff and puff
And the same goes with the cars
But they are nothing compared to the mountains
Hills are passable
But mountains are not
Hills are just fine the way they are
But how long will they stay
Wind is an enemy, and so is water
They cause erosion
Which makes the hills and mountains shrink
But that is nature
That's how life should be
To be born, to die, and to be reborn
And so that the cycle
We all live by
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Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
