Poem: The Cycle of Nature
It is spring
the seedling
pokes its leaves
out of the soil
It is summer
it flourishes
in the bright sun
the flowers bright
It is autumn
it shivers in the cold
it knows its time
fast approaches
It is winter
its roots shrivel
the cold freezes
it no longer breathes
A new seed
slumbers deep
underground
the cycle continues.
the seedling
pokes its leaves
out of the soil
It is summer
it flourishes
in the bright sun
the flowers bright
It is autumn
it shivers in the cold
it knows its time
fast approaches
It is winter
its roots shrivel
the cold freezes
it no longer breathes
A new seed
slumbers deep
underground
the cycle continues.
Comments
Post a Comment