Poem: Something to Say

Hey, all! This is a poem that I wrote a really long time ago, but just recently dug it up and rewrote it. It's kinda random, but I hope you like it! The rushing stream is babbling, dancing, rushing, dabbling. ~ Leaves fall in and float away, To be found again some other day. ~ …

Poem: The Moving Tide

On the golden sands of the wide beach, and on the soft dirt of the little bay, ~ the tide rises and the tide falls, in its very own special way. ~ Using the moon as its magnet, up on the land the waves come and lay, ~ and then back once more into the …