Monday, April 15, 2013

list poem

Aaron
forest at night

Full of life,
little creatures,
big ones too.
The wind
sneaks in,
and the sounds,
water,
branches,
leaves.
The night goes on
cold but warm.
Little light from the moon,
darkness envelopes all.
Then,
suddenly
a ray of light, begins to enter.
 The animals go back, into the dark.
The light is brighter now,
birds sing,
the animals wait,
tonight they'll be out,
again.

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