| 40699 - de Lily , 12 ans (SRI) - 2023-12-22 Ecrivain : "One of my poems" |
The Lonely Night
Lurking in the shadows,
Of the bare woods,
Under the trees that has burrows,
With some rabbits running ‘round.
Everything seemed lifeless,
Filled with deathly darkness,
I walked under the shadowy trees,
And I spotted a hive of some bees.
Fireflies were lighting the place,
They were all over the space.
The hooting owl perched on an Oak,
Trying to show that it could talk.
The flowers were asleep,
So were the healthy sheep,
I was the only one awake,
Having a night walk.
Calm and beautiful the night,
Sleeping was its might.
Trees standing very still,
Covering the wheat mill.
- Lily S. |