Match Poem by jay kas

Falling rain try to match the snow
The bow try to match the arrow throw
Grass try to match the cane
Running Creeper the big tree main

Middle class try to match the rich
They are afraid to be poor, effort hitch
Flowers try their color and smell sweet
To match with rose in garden and tweet

Planet move to match the star
Comets run fast to snatch attention, they are
River water shine like galaxy in heaven
One stands with another to be eleven

People try to match their selves with others
In style of fashion, not like brothers
Matching is not limited to things
It has crossed matching souls without links