Nature poem
By Zoe H
Published 23 September 2023
The trees yearn for care, flowers twirl in the air, the wind takes me in with a breath, she knows what’s best.
The branches give me warmth, like the sun, the swing yelps, ‘this isn’t fun!’
Published 23 September 2023
The trees yearn for care, flowers twirl in the air, the wind takes me in with a breath, she knows what’s best.
The branches give me warmth, like the sun, the swing yelps, ‘this isn’t fun!’