SpringA Poem by To be scene To be heard
Flowers slowly blooming.
Bright green leaves cover the trees.
A light breezes with a hint of warmth flows threw me.
Little signs of winter start to fade.
Spring is almost here.
Brightly painted butterfly's fly about.
Color starts consuming nature.
Rain sprinkles down.
Making everything shine and twinkle.
I take me paint brush.
And capture the beauty.
© 2012 To be scene To be heard
Added on May 27, 2012
Last Updated on June 8, 2012
To be scene To be heard
Trapt in my own world, AL
AboutI'm a quiet person but a out going mind.My name is Madison I'm 15. My birthday is Nov 13. I stay to myself. I love rock music. My favorite colors are red and black. I love to write. more..