(written age 11)
Haiku
God has given me
the sweet nectar and the bee.
He's so good to me.
The sounds of nature
and the sight of dragonflies.
I'm glad I'm alive.
I sit in silence
and peacefully meditate,
the world slowly spins.
The day is at end.
The sun sets in crimson skies,
where gentle birds fly.
Buds of all colors
slowly drift down to the ground
and bugs laze about.
A firefly drifts,
silhouetted against red,
breathtaking beauty.
Crickets start singing,
the melodies are pleasing,
blanketing stillness.
Exhaling deeply,
locked in the moment of the
peaceful summertime.
JE LEEST
Pura Vida
Poëzie~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
