Dissapear

This was a poem that my English teacher said I should publish tell me how you think.

Flowr bloom

It smell sweeps across the valley

The fresh dew comes and breaks away

But then he leaves

Storms erupt like torandoes

It crushes the tree

Shadow dance againest the hills

Dakrness is everywhere

Will it end?

 

The sun warms the hills

It mystical

Like seeng the sun for the first time

But it soo melts to a pink ray

Warmth is gone

But what is this a light

A lantern

It is not a lantern but him

It is another day.