Sat, 01/26/2019 - 03:17 -- Ylzm

Nature, wordlessly speaks;

Art, ceaselessly labors.

Knowledge's a gift,

And Art, its fitting praise.

This poem is about: 
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741