Daria's poem #8

As the wind blows.

As the wind blows,

I think about everything.

I think about the past,present,future, and nature.

I think of the leaves that ran across the road in fall.

I think of the snowflakes falling from the sky in winter.

I think of beautiful cherry blossom trees in spring.

I think of the waves being pushed onto land then,

being dragged back by the sea in the summer.

I think of friends and family.

Oh they have such a thing in common with the wind.

They come and go and they come from many places.

But family always stays.

I wrote this poem for no reason. I was just thinking about stuff and decided to write a poem.