Poetry

Poetry.

A poem about the SKY.

The sky,
it will cry,
when it does there's sniffling, too,
it will sometimes even wake you.

A poem about the GROUND.

It shoots up,
like needles,
puncturing,
the horizon,
the grass ,
grows upward,
into the sky.

A poem about the NIGHT BREEZE.

Into the evening
the sky is shifted around
as the breeze blows on.

The End.