Makes me feel happy

               Flower

Your many uses,

You multiple identities,

Oh, Pen,

You always find a way to satisfy the paper

Oh, Pen,

You’re my favorite supply.

Once you hit my hand,

I feel smart.
(This poem exaggerated the importance of a pen)

We go outside and it’s right there

But we don’t seem to recognize it

Trees growing around us

Birds soaring in the air

Flowers of different colors and scents

Animals resting in the shade

Fish swimming in the water

Forests flowing high into the sky

We all must try to keep it so

It’s a beautiful thing

Nature

Who was as fresh as a flower.

Her hair was like silk,

Her skin as smooth as milk,

But her breath made the strongest night cower.

Soon the rain falls on the ground