Poetry for Class

Sun rise

On my eyes

Wind’s breeze

Among the leaves

Birds sing

Bell rings

And I’m back inside

As long as there’s a tomorrow

It’s never the end…

If you can see a glimmer of light

There will be an opening…

When there is hope

You can always find a way…

As long as there's a tomorrow

You’ll find a new end…

If you can see a glimmer of light

There will be sun…

When there is hope

There is peace

They crunch under my feet

Blow into colorful funnels, swirling around until dizzy

They smell of a crisp day

Making the hill tops light on fire at dusk

They rustle as I walk by

As if they are whispering to one another the secrets of fall

My back is not hard

I fall limp

I feel so small

Looking up at something so tall

My back is not hard

A wimp

I can only crawl

Something I should be appalled

My back is not hard

This like is my shard