Here is my second poem.                                                                                    6/27/15
 

Nature's Garden

Pine needles crunch,

birds sing.  Vines crawl as they ring,

around the trees up they go.  As Nature's Garden grows, grows, grows. 

I smell fresh needles as they sway flying up, up and away.
I feel the roughness of the bark in Nature's garden as I walk.
Ivy grows on the trees, while I listen to the breeze.
The grass rustles, creatures fly as I say Nature's garden goodbye.


By: Caroline Lim