A book full of my poems, enjoy.


2. Weather

The sun shining bright,

Looking down at such a height.

The wind whistling west,

Bird's sitting in the nest.


The sun says goodbye,

As the time passes by.

Clouds crowd around,

Listening for a sound.


Rain falls hard,

Landing in my front yard.

I watch out of the window,

the rain changing to snow.


The flakes sprinkled over the tree's,

With no sign of bee's.

Why is the British weather so crazy?

But as beautiful as a daisy.

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