The wind whispers
To the giggling Pansies,
The cackling leaves
And the blades of grass
Waving aimlessly to the sky.
The garden gnomes watch the
Pond water suspiciously,
Waiting for fishes which aren't there.
Their patience is in vain
As all that lies below
Are the water nymphs.
The brown, muddy soil grumbles softly
To the tree roots pushing their
Way through the Earth.
The clouds loom over chattering
Bluebells and rose petals
Dancing in the air.
The tulips mumble to one another
As the stars slip into place
Sitting upon the silent sky
Ready to shine once again.
I wrote this poem when I was 11 I think, so it's very flawed and the ideas are simple. But I didn't want to change it because it sort of represents the innocence and naivety I had back then. So I am aware that it's not brilliant but still feel free to criticize and share your ideas.
