The wind howls and whispers through the trees,
Making the branches shake and twist,
Making the sky to a awfull mist,
Let the light of the moon guide ones way,
Let the rain wash away
Leading it far from harms way,
Taking the darkness from its way,
Pulling the pain farther away,
Reaching through to a new day,
Hoping to find a better way,
Letting the sun shine through clouds,
Letting you know the world is mine.
-Samantha
Age: 12
12-29-11
10: 44am
unbelievably good at your age! ! ! you have some great talent! !
really a great write. the imageries creates beautiful pictures in our mind....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Beautiful poem. I wonder what you would be like when you are my age. You are already so good!