
Things do happen.
into the forest
and see the birds
singing their song.
I look above me
I see the clear blue sky turn to black
then it starts pouring down rain
heavy drops of rain
from up above.
Then the wind picks up
it blows through my hair
the leaves lifts up from the ground
and fly into the air.
I walk along the old wooden bridge
I look down
the water is rumbling
moving fast along the rocks.
I go on my way
into the darkest part of the forest
were there was no flowers
and no animals in sight.
a part of me says I should stay
what should I do
go or stay.
I look above me and the sun shines through the pines
onto my face
it lights up the whole forest
even the darkest part of the forest.
I see Lilly’s sprouting from the ground
showing off their bright colors

as they stand so tall.
I see a bird flutter on to a tree branch
and a squirrel come out of his hole to find food.


I love your poem!!!! It really describes you, if someone can’t see that already. Nice job! I bet it took a while to finish this.
I like that poem! It gives me a picture in my head of what you are doing.