(written age 13)
Haiku
Look up at the sky,
see the colors shift and glow
in the high treetops.
Never the same, but
always the same, soft sunlight
shining through the leaves.
The air, cool and crisp,
crimson red, warm orange glow,
golden sunlight shines.
Filtering through the trees,
dead leaves on the forest floor
now glow soft again.
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Pura Vida
Poetry~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
