Nature bore her
small soft pink
a bud of a small rose.
Now she is older
her hair is autumn leaf brown
highlights of amber sun rays.
Wearing a green dress
green as leaves on summer trees.
Mother nature whispers songs on spring breeze
her daughter dances happily.
Dancing in fields of wildflowers by the brook.
She hears laughter flowing over rock and stone.
Mother Natures Daughter plays
happily in her mothers garden
Mother Nature smiles warm shine.
A contest entry
- 216th Contest by Tarja.
450 points, ended June 13, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well expressed. A well thought out an creative poem. Thank you for sharing.
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I think that there could have been slightly better word choice... in this line for example...
"her hair is brown like the wood"
Something about that just seemed a little dull... the words brown and wood could be a little more.. .romantic.. like what kind of wood? From what kind of tree I mean.. you know? And maybe a certain shade of brown? Bah other than that this was great.. it had wonderful imagination and was very well written. Great job and good luck.
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this is such a comforting poem. It's a good one about growing up in a way. I like how you incorporated Nature in it too.
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great... thanks so much for sharing your growing talent...
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