The morning air was great.
Acres of trees and endless fruit.
The booming roar of tall trees was everywhere.
Flowers grew among the pasture in the soft soil,
The scent satisfied.
And a million energetic bees led a path toward the flowers.
Life is throughout.
Good poem. I like how you made the words of this story your own. I like it.
ReplyDeleteIt was good. Bright and happy
ReplyDeleteI like your words went together. Good job!!(:
ReplyDeleteVery good. i LIKE THE WORDING. IT SOUND LIKE A HAPPY PERSON.
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