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Here is my entry:
Through my Eyes
The sun rises for life,
The first birds sing with praise.
While a long sturdy trunk rises
from down below.
The grass sways in the breeze,
Flowers bloom from under the dirt.
No shouts of help,
but only songs of joy.
A butterfly lands on a rose,
and a new one is born.
If you can't see this,
you can't see me.
Why,
I am the very trees,
my mouth the garden,
my eyes the birds,
my nose the sun,
and the rest,
a clear blue sky.
Why I'm the very Spring!
Here is my entry:
Through my Eyes
The sun rises for life,
The first birds sing with praise.
While a long sturdy trunk rises
from down below.
The grass sways in the breeze,
Flowers bloom from under the dirt.
No shouts of help,
but only songs of joy.
A butterfly lands on a rose,
and a new one is born.
If you can't see this,
you can't see me.
Why,
I am the very trees,
my mouth the garden,
my eyes the birds,
my nose the sun,
and the rest,
a clear blue sky.
Why I'm the very Spring!
What a wonderful poem! Thank you for entering!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thanks! I wrote in creative Writing at school! and the photo I got was from my bus stop!
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