Poems from meghan2141

Let me describe them to you They are sticky sweet like mango juice And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple They drip sugary goodness all...
the small ant that crawls on the bark of mighty oak, smaller than the tree with its prominent strenght, yet no better than the other.
Golden are the leaves illuminated by sun. They are breathtaking. The same sun lights my skin and shows me I am breathtaking.