Here’s another poem that I wrote for school.
The wind whispered a tale to me,
But, alas I could not comprehend.
The rain slapped me in the face,
But I was like a tree, motionless.
The flower swirled around my feet,
But I was a strong pole of sturdy oak.
The sun broke through the shrouding clouds,
And with glorious triumph I saw,
The evergoing road that was my home.
