Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second