Saturday, June 27, 2015

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

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