The Nature of a Poem
A Poem, a poem,
What is this thing?
Poetry, a thought
That is the crowned king.
If we could see
The world truly,
We would know that
All things are poetry.
A baby's breath,
Nature's light song,
All things held here
Lacking any wrong.
So now we rest,
Leaving these here.
They will be back
As long as we are near.
This poem is about:
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: