Green grass whispers in the wind
Dotted with patches of white lilies
Buzzing with bees and butterflies
A small river runs in the valley
Lazily flowing, going nowhere
Air clear and fresh
Filled with the soft sounds of cicadas
Puffy clouds float along
White as the new fallen snow
But with them something
New, something strange, something ominous
Time passes, things change
The green grass ripped up
Replaced with cold hard stone
The bubbling river filled in
Forced underground
The clouds gray and solemn
Striking fear with violent storms
And acidic never ending rains
The once clear air replaced by smog
Filled with only noises of
Construction and grinding metal
But still, time goes on
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Hey guys, thanks for reading! I hope you liked today's poem! Have a wonderful day!
Signing off -Windgal
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Collection of Original Poems
PoetryHi guys this is Windygal here! This new book is a collection of some poems I've written. I hope you like them.
