Here is a poem I wrote

[ozran]

This is called

Time

Mountain breeze
Sun rays through the trees
dust flys off of the rocks
brown musty leaves
a trail the beetle weaves
More dust flys off of the rocks
Hot afternoon sun
Squirrels playfully run
Pebbles roll off of the rock
Cubs have fun Untile mothers fishing is done
More pebbles roll off the rock
Sun falls and dies
new lights rise
Rocks rumble off the rocks
Creatures that hunt with no eyes
Screech midnight cries
More rocks crumbles off the rocks
Eroding away
Night and day
Does dust fly off our rocks?
So take time to play
Before it crumbles away
Because time is like a rock
By: Sterling Cobb