Nature's Sonnet
Swishing and twisting and swaying
Grass long enough to swallow your feet.
But I can hear the tweeting,
Of birds in the morning sky
The clouds may seem white and shapeless
But I can see many a picture
In different shades of grey and white
The trees don't stay still,
They are constantly swaying to the sound of the wind
Whistling, screaming and whispering,
The wind can speak like you or I can,
Though to us it may sound foriegn and different
The Sun shines down on the complex land
That we will never understand
Swishing and twisting and swaying
Grass long enough to swallow your feet.
But I can hear the tweeting,
Of birds in the morning sky
The clouds may seem white and shapeless
But I can see many a picture
In different shades of grey and white
The trees don't stay still,
They are constantly swaying to the sound of the wind
Whistling, screaming and whispering,
The wind can speak like you or I can,
Though to us it may sound foriegn and different
The Sun shines down on the complex land
That we will never understand
Last edited by lil28 on Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:27 pm; edited 1 time in total
