The End

An endless amount of flowers sprung to life

every colour imaginable

and some unimaginable

could be found in this beautiful garden

it thought it's grounds were salted

it thought they took it's chance to grow

but they couldn't take the sky

and it raind seeds of possibilty like a meteor shower

the ground cracked in defeat as flowers grew were none dared to grow before

the sky lit with opprotunitys as abundant as stars

and a cool welcoming breeze whispered

this is were the end

became the beginning.

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

I like the strong emotions behind your words and your poem is beautiful but you have some grammar mistakes ('opprotunitys' should be opportunities, etc.) and it is wise to start every sentence with an capitalized letter but your grammar does not take away your awesomeness. For I can feel that you have talent and must never stop writing. Keep working on your grammar, keep writing and you shall become a great writer.

Good job :D

[Greg Agee]

The picture you have here is very beautiful. I would love to see you dig a little deeper into the personality and development of this newborn meadow. I want to see the colors that are unimaginable. I only critique real talent by the way. I am far from always right. I see real imagery here. I just want more!!! Your good, check spelling, grammar and ask yourself if that line is your best expression to another. If so, its good enough. I see more of you in there I think... Thanks for sharing. Its real prose!!