Monday 9 November 2020

Poem

The moonlight shone off the crashing waterfall

Crash the water went, the falling leaves landed in the rough wavy water

I could see the yellow and orange leaves falling leaving the trees bare

The leaves were like a blanket for the wet grass. The noise was dead silent the only thing  that made noise was the golden waterfall crashing onto the stony creek the fresh water soothed my cut skin and it slowly washer away the blood from my skin