A monster in your room
is not a great place for you
because when it comes
alive it might eat you
and when it does you will be
eaten into pieces
where there is light
you go in
and no more for you
Standing tall
The tree is
Winding around the branches are
Looking spooky
Curled and sharp
Creatures crawling out
Spiders with long legs and beetles with shiny shells
Dark and murky
The sky is ready to rain
A stormy glint
Thunder and lightning blasting down
Making the tree look sad
The tree is still there
Getting soaking wet
Slowly rotting away
With creatures crawling out.
The sun shining down
At 20 degrees
The barbecue is lit
Watching out for the bees
Sun glasses on
Hats too
The birds are singing
Flowers blossoming
All on this Sunday!
A big toy monster
was under my bed
and then came ALIVE!
Walking in the woods,
The trees are dancing around,
The wind is whirling,
Blowing leaves to the ground.
Each step I take I hear the leaves,
The crunch that they make beneath my feet.
I see birds that fly over my head,
I see rabbits that hop here and there.
I stand in the middle of the woods,
Listening,
Listening to nature’s sound,
Sound of peace.
The bed time monster
lives under your bed
It only comes out at night
it says booooooo
booooooooo
booooooooooooooooo
The soles of shoes
stabbed the white
sand – as many grains
of them as the population
of China. The soles
made their mark on the
white sand.
The land on the earth
is lucky. Any mark
of injury on it,
and the wind takes it
away. But not here.
These marks of
injury – these shall
remain forever
’cause the wind said,
‘Oh! You grains are
arrogant. Never ever
again am I going to
heal you guys again.
I’ll continue to heal
your friends on
Earth, though.
At least, they’re humble.
At least. they’re humble.’