Red leaves falling from the sky like dynamite.
The mysterious man looking like a Ike.
Muggy clouds, unpleasant warm but
cold wind circling the hazelnut.
The whole world was ending. Towers
falling , creatures dying danger was coming.
The fierce bird fighting and screaming for its life
like it’s dying.
Leaves spreading like a loose tire.
Flowers dying like an electric fire.
The bird was a flying acorn.
We did not want to seek the town torn.
One reply on “Heaven-Leigh s Poem”
Great job in adding dramatic and interesting details Heaven-Leigh, keep it up