Poems

Nature is very beautiful,
For which I am very joyful.

There are many animals, birds and trees,
Pebbles, seas and a little breeze.

Black cows, blue seas,
Pink flowers and green trees,

Colourful rainbows, white snow,
But there are many things that nobody knows.

It’s a snowman melting.
It’s a turtle swimming through the deep depths of the ocean.
It’s a hungry dog begging for food.
It’s a dinosaur’s head grabbing its next victim.
It’s a fast fairground ride.

Flowers in a field
flowers in a bunch
red, blue, yellow, pink
petals around the centre
their nectar helps bees make honey
they can grow in a bush
and brighten up your garden
their sweetness fills the air
Flowers

School helps us learn, helps us be us
Helps us be individual and make friends
I love school
you may not but I do
Have friends but also be an individual

You may not like someone like me
I still help them
care for them
and do all the other nice stuff for them

Enemies are always your enemy but still
be kind
Treat OTHERS like YOU want to be treated

River
Twisty, bendy
Swishey, wavey, splashey
Bluer than the blue paint I found
Flowing

The sky, the sky
How beautiful the sky is.
The sun, the moon, the rain
You large and wide sky?
You show the sunset, sunrise
Birds show happiness with you.

When you said we’d be happy
I believed you
When you said you’d never leave me
I believed you

You told me we’d always be together
And now I’m staring at the edge of the ocean
As I see you leave
But I still believe you

You promised I would never be alone
For you would always be with me
Now as I watch you leave
I know you will come back

No matter what others say
I don’t care about them
You will always have my faith
And my trust

And I will wait here for you
Till you come back
And I know you will
Because I believe in you

There she sat
In her room
Sobbing
Her face hidden
For it was contorted with misery
She radiated hopelessness
Her room was dark
Curtains drawn
Doors locked

Then a strong wind blows by
A stern voice, that tells her
To gather herself
And move on
The curtain drifts a tiny bit
A golden ray comes streaming in
Glittering merrily
It lights up the whole room
And she looks up
The Sun looks merry
The garden tempting
The sky brilliant blue
And she gets up
And thinks that
Maybe the worst has not happened
For that would be
When golden rays
Stopped passing by each day