A Poem Is A Magical Poem

The trees the sun the grass the sand was young and

colorful, let the nature has been blossomed, the

fairy godmother give the magic touch in the wonderful

forestland filled of magical fairy tales, they'd flown

like crazy and wild enough, filled with love and

compassion, that was a poem after all, a poem is a

magical poem, the words were powerful then a simple

needle and thread came through, the trolls the pigs

the Hippo the northern bears and tigers were talking

and dancing smoothly as it goes, it has been winter

on the deepest ground, the Spring has grown and birth

beautifully, the summer has been blown away but

re-birth on earth, the fall has blossomed, the leaves will

change color or to, when the magical couple out into

the blue to sit on the rainbow bench together, their hearts

will shine like stars

Written by

Michael James Brindley

4-17-16