Poetry New Poem I Made

Fate Fox

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Spring begins


A tree waves in the soft wind





Gently whispering that spring is coming





The tree tells the flowers





Who tell the grass,





Who tell the deer,





Who tell the lion,





Who tell the king of the jungle,





Who holds a meeting and tells all the animals,





So soon it came to be known that spring was amiss





And everyone got ready for spring; it came quietly and gently,





The leafs of the trees changed colors





They fell to the ground, new leaves appeared fresh





The grass turned green and the trees grew fruit





The plants became fresh, healthy, and produced goods of its own





All the animals cried for joy, as months passed away





With little old spring, everyone wept for they couldn’t wait





Until spring came to visit once more.








By Fate Fox :)

















 

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