Green Magic

The very first poem that I wrote, back in sixth grade. Yay!

In the long days of summer

A magic appears

The green of a forest

A storm of tears.

Blossoming flowers

The magic of green

The trees grow tall

The magic is seen.

The colors of flowers

The gray of the bark

A magic’s in green

From light, to dark.

They spread their roots

Their trunks grow tall

The leaves grow green

And show to all.

The birds and bees

Come to the green

Drawn by the magi,

That can always be seen.

The magic of summer

The time of the green

It is a great magic

That now you have seen.

But in the fall

The green turns brown

The leaves fall off

Down, down, down.

The birds and the bees

Fly far away

To look for the magic

Not here today.

The quiet of winter

There is no rain

As we wait for the magic

To come again.