rules of nature
Trees bare to their roots
covered softly in their snowy white coat
leaves falling one by one
White World
The snow covered white world
thoughts of long lost friends and foes
erasing all memories for now
New Life
the dying bushes crumble
falling leafs crunch till the next day
awaiting new life
Creation
From tiny specks of dust
he made us in his own hands
but we question our creation
Friends
from good to the bad
together no mater what
with friends we don’t fear
Realization
free to soar and fly
learning the ranks of the air
learning that your last
Good job Sam. For each poem I was able to view and make the vision in my head my reading your poems
ReplyDelete