Dear Diary,
I still remember when the sky was clear, not any danger was ever near. Birds chirping and the sun shone so bright, its shine stayed with me even through the endless. Me and my friends, together we grew tall. We sang, we swayed and we would never let each other fall. But that all changed that one chilly night. Where the wind blew and the lightening struck so bright. As a man stepped into our forest during the dark night. As he dragged his axe through the woods, his face covered with his hood. As the rain poured, he came close sending shivers down our spines. Then I heard the striking of the axe. Before we knew it all of us were split into two. Now all I have are the memories of my youth.
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This is a great poem! It makes a lot of sense, unlike some poetry. You may want to check your spelling (stricking - striking). I always loved nature, and this feels like nature talking to me about its life. A method I use is first writing it on Google Docs, editing it, and then pasting the final draft. It is more efficient to use this method than typing on this. Keep on writing, and I can't wait to see what other pieces of art you create.
That is so creative, doing a diary about a tree! The title brought me in. It seems to me that this entry is about how once ago, the tree was young and bright, shining with their friends, through every storm, every sunny day, until a man cut them down. Then, the tree has memories of the past, of it's past self. As I said, this is very creative and descriptive, and I hope you can keep writing! I look forward to more of your wonderful works, and HAPPY WRITING!!!
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This is a great poem! It makes a lot of sense, unlike some poetry. You may want to check your spelling (stricking - striking). I always loved nature, and this feels like nature talking to me about its life. Keep on writing, and I can't wait to see what other peices of art you create.
Thanks will correct the spellings