I'm a little country.
Come over and look at the beautiful river.
Tranquil as it is, but water runs deep.
Don't just look at the surface, dive under it.
In the water, fishes swimming to and fro.
Aquatic plants struggling to survive overcrowding.
Oops did I forget to mention?
Beware of predators, they bite.
Come over and stay at the inn.
Come enjoy the fresh air that have yet to be polluted.
Trees that have grown to just a few meters.
But they don't just stop there. They still grow.
Alas, dark clouds
After a week without rain, we need it!
Too much of sunlight is not good.
Too bright, too hot, not stable.
You hear the thunder and lightning.
But wait, where is the rain?
Wait for a little while more
I'm sure the downpour will last a few days.
Cats and dogs, big ones.
How did the clouds hold in all of them?
They must be really strong,
Now all is balanced.
After the rain, comes the sunshine,
Plants all growing happily with the new supply of freshwater
Fishes rejoice for they know the river won't dry.
There is about to be a volcanic eruption!
It's only warning, from the smoke engulfing the clouds
Fierce and violent, terribly impolite,
always erupting and spoil the fun.
I'm a little country.
Come live in me.
See my beauties and experience my wrath
Stay long enough, to see the trees grow.
Most importantly,
There's always the sun, and also tears that flow.
- Just a poem, maybe not well written, but it's just about me, and written by me (LOL). HAVE FUN ANALYSING IT (if you bother). vanessa ☺
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