The treetops nod,
The cherubs sing,
The fairies dance,
As the bluebells ring.
...
My body lies there--there beneath
Someone is crying touching me feet.
People who forced me to
Finally die
...
Nature Dancing
The treetops nod,
The cherubs sing,
The fairies dance,
As the bluebells ring.
The clouds float,
In the sapphire skies.
The peacocks dance,
As the west wind sighs.
The washed clothes dance,
In the breeze that blows,
The mermaids dance,
Where our imagination flows.
A wonderful young poet who will definite soar high above the skies to reach every goal of her life.. I wish her all the very best for her future.