Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Raindrops fall like blossoms on trees.
They clean the air and sing through the breeze.
They fall fast and they fall slow.
They come down fast and then the go.
With no hello, and no goodbye.
We give raindrops no real mind.
They feed the plants, and have no charge.
We take for grant they sweet remarks.
I made this poem up so forgive me if all of it doesn't make sense!
September 25, 2011 at 3:01 PM
I love the picures and the words used!
January 18, 2012 at 1:39 PM
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