Nature poem
By Misha K
Autumn trees,
Rustling in the wind.
Yellow, orange, red,
They fall,
The wind blows them across the forest.
Suddenly the trees are empty,
The leaves are gone.
Just the sad, brown, empty branches are left,
No life, no leaves, no colour, no happiness
Spring awakens as autumn dies.
The leaves come back,
But this time they are green and healthy,
The happiness is back.
Now the animals are back,
And the forest is alive.