Poems

Nature

Watching the trees blow in the windy sky
Tiny creatures are everywhere I look
The beautiful leaves will turn gold and die
Small animals play and silence they took
A cool breeze blows white puffs around above
Wind is coming in like an ocean tide
The blue sky filled with clouds white like a dove
I can almost feel the power outside

But the beauty of it is dangerous
Fires, thunderstorms, hurricanes, earthquakes
And underground is very cavernous
You can get hurt, or lost, or dead, or ate

The beauty of nature is all around
But not necessarily safe and sound