The Next Poet Laureate

My 11-year-old wrote this poem and I’d like to share it will y’all.

Flowers

By Angela Frick

Flowers open to the sky

in the morning light

They sing to the mountains

but at night

They close and wither away

But in the morning they bloom again

And sing again all day.

 

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