The Willows whistle from the trees,
Grabbing my attention as they flee.
There i follow through the grass,
Stroking each leaf as i pass.
The flowers blossom on the ground,
They're so vibrant as they go around.
The Air is filled with warmth and mist,
As i follow the willow through the fields.
The weather soon begins to change,
With every step i seem to take.
The ground is cold and filled with snow,
There's not a single leaf in sight.
All the flowers wilted away,
The trees are looking dead in sight.
I should have known things would change
When nature begins to fade away.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
