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.