Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Writing Game Poem: Native's Hope

The flowing river cascades in the distant valley.
the green leaf from the whispering trees, 
dancing in the air with a single blade of grass.
The calming song of the fluttering birds, performing their concert in the sky
above the their rose filled stage. 
The animals sleeping under the twinkling light of the single star.
Join your hands together as one and gaze at the cosmos and the forest around you.
This is our planet, our mellow home. 

Drew Kenkel Original

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