Nature

Nature 

By: Angelina


The green trees glimmer,

through the rain that shimmers,

the clouds are gone,

and it is becoming dawn.

 

So plant a seed,

and it might lead,

to a great big tree,

for a vine to bleed.


The nature will sprout,

they would shout,

"thank you, thank you,

how do you do?"


Your heart would be filled,

since nature wasn't killed,

and you would be blessed,

not to be a mess.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was in Olympiad a few hours ago and I thought of writing this poem.Cool

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