Into Dust Poem by Brianna Trombley
Into Dust
The green blades dance
And the wind creates the slightest breeze
As the morning sun ascends
Stirring the blooming leaves
Undisturbed by human havoc
A still silence hangs in the air
The pure beauty of nature
Which is quickly becoming rare
For this is God’s creation
A gift he made entirely or us
And little by little
We are turning it into dust
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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4/25/2024 4:44:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
WOAH! ! I love it! ! ! Except, I mean, it's a little....democratical for me.... Or not, i'm 13, i'm to niave to have that opinion lol. But, it was so....like, pictury...or whatever...i don't know... what's the word? Anyway, the ending was so like unexpected! It probably shouldn't have been with the 'Which is quickly becoming rare' line, but I'm not very intelligent. lol The first stanza bothers me a tad. Just cuz the transition from that 1st and 2nd line could have been a little smoother. But, it's one of those things you really don't care about it just something that after the fifth read I noticed. :) Good work man...woman...you..? I probably shouldn't have done this after reading that message from you. It got me in the 'drag things on forever mood' lol