Green grass,
The perfect time in which to bask.
The sun's high,
There's little clouds,
Beginning the start of endless crowds.
Flower petals,
Tall tree's,
The lovely smell of the sea breeze.
Stunning,
Perfection,
With the ocean's crystal blue reflection.
Like a mirror,
Of the past,
Skin so white it serves as the best contrast.
A child's death,
At the perfect time,
No more nights with nursery rythmes.
This place,
Was once,
My heaven on earth.
But the death,
of a child,
Gave birth.
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Hey thanks for reading this poem is definitely in the process of developing and I know there are many parts that I'm not 100% sure about so reviews and comments would be much appreciated! Also I'm thinking of how to go on with the poem I feel the ending is very weak and abrupt.

