The trees are heavy,
Blowing in the wind,
The ground changes,
A shade of pink.
The trees shed their spring coat,
And leave sprinkle their colour,
Over the paths and the roads,
Signalling the middle of spring.
Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.
Sat on a rock,
At the height of the day,
Is a little spotty friend,
Whiling the time away,
Just waiting for aphids,
To chew upon,
It rests and waits,
For dinner to come,
It’s alliteral little laidback ladybug.
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I’ve hit the number,
It’s high for me.
Now read me.
Thank you all,
For choosing here.
For reading what,
I have to share.
Nothing I say,
My thanks to you today.
It’s my birthday,
Don’t you know,
Here I go,
Older not wiser,
And the wheels,
On my life,
Go round and round.
Poetry is an internationally understood language,
Each country with it’s own variant,
Some sung, some spoken and some hidden.
Every person feels it differently,
And no two people hear the same,
We all experience it our own way.
Take this time to think about poetry,
That one poem that made you feel sad,
And that one poem that made you glad.
We use poetry to remember those passed,
And to immortalise things in the past,
Or we use it just as a way to have a laugh.
Celebrate the world of poetry today,
Read something new and share it,
And please have a Happy World Poetry Day.