When spring comes
the trees are covered with green leaves
the breeze carries me happiness
When summer comes
the birds and insects are singing
the sun gives me strength
When fall comes
the leaves turn red
the cold wind makes me fear
When winter comes
the ground is covered with snow
the snow comforts me
I see the river
I see the endless road
I see the sky
They don’t have an end
When spring comes
The breeze takes me to a new place
4 comments:
I like your poem of the part that "they don’t have an end". I think you had a good memory in Canada. It sounded like you were having a great time there. I have never been there, so when I heard your poem, I want to go to Canada.
I like your poem!! I think, you really had a great experience there. I hope, you keep the memory at the moment.
I like your poem's 4 season. In that moment you will never forget it ,right?
Your poem is good. Your picture must be beautiful. I want to go to the this place.
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