Competition Entry

Leaves keep blowing, and I’m still going
but I can’t seem to find my fate.
I’ll keep searching while you’re still knowing
where I am today.
So don’t give up hope,
don’t give up
no, we will find our way.

I see, the World needs to change.
Its getting drastic!
For me to grow old.
Beaches covered in plastic!
It used to be cold.
Now the Planets getting warmer.
Animals dying, Earth’s feeling like a sauna.

I see Covid coming, symptoms arising.
The Government eventually started advising.
Schools out. Lockdown. No one flying!
Wear masks in schools and shops, stop people dying!

I see George Floyd was killed leaving the shops.
By who? No way! It was the cops!
Black Lives Matter on the news.
Protesters arrested for what is right.
Gun shots ooze.
But it was only a fight!

Not all things are sugar on ice.
Like the icebergs making the sea levels rise.
These problems won’t just melt away.
I see the Earth starting to decay.
In my 2020 vision today.

You and me,
We can see,
The wonders of the world,
In hundreds of thousands of colours

But for some others the world is not the same.
Black and white, black and white.
Same old, same old.
No magenta, nor cyan, nor turquoise.

Some are colourblind…

So next time you see
the most wonderful of colours,
take a moment,
a minute to be grateful
that you can see colour.

The oak tree stood there proud and tall
As the shining conkers began to fall
The autumn leaves danced in the breeze
The cool wind shaking the branches on the trees

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As, from the sky, fell icy snow balls
In the dark and twinkling night
The woodland floor was bathed in moonlight

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As, along the path, the insects would crawl
Slowly, the colourful flowers began to bloom
The bees land on them and in the air they zoom

Still the oak tree stood there proud and tall
As the tropical birds sang their call
The sun slowly rose above the hill
With the summer warmth there was no cold chill

When the Sun shines bright over the white-capped slopes,
When the mountains beg for one last hope,
I will be free.
Where the birds sing their happiest glee,
Where the grass dances along with the sea,
I will be free.
When the rivers run down the hills as vast as the moon,
When the wind gusts its magical tune,
I will be free.
Where the flowers are gold as they glisten and glow,
Where the clouds and sky cheer for the show,
I will be free.
When the time I live in will not be as brutal,
Where the pressure on you feels so futile.
We will be free.

A pretty summer morning
I glided out of the nest
To the woods I escaped
For a little rest

The autumn was coming
All leaves turning brown
Tumbling quicker
They were falling down

Next came winter
The floor turning white
I hopped on the ground
And suddenly took flight

The glorious spring
Flowers blooming
I was up in the tree tops
Up there zooming

She saw not, but him,
She saw everything, but him,
Her whole world was him.

He was not but true.
He was here, but was not there,
He was her vision.

Everything was him,
Yet to him, she was not there,
He was her vision.

His eyes, they were blind,
He did not see what she wished,
He saw not but him

How did a glimpse into the future come true?
Can it be prevented?
A vision of what comes next.
Blind to the present,
Man spies ahead.
See what will be, and that will be death.

As the temperature falls at a worrying pace,
and the wind nips and bites at your face,
the clouds go from white to grey
and the sun slowly fades away,
I step outside breathing in the fresh air,
as I let the strong wind flow through my hair.
I see bright orange leaves sweep gently to the ground,
not even making the slightest sound.
People pull there coats on tighter,
but the grins on their faces grow wider and wider.
I feel peace in the month of October,
as the autumn season slowly takes over

Every morning when I wake
A special job I have to make
Before I go to school or play
I feed the birds every day
My feathered friends thank me in there own way
By singing in the garden everyday