poems By: Ty


Falling through the sky,

sliding down the house,

sopping the grass,

making puddles,

dropping on the cars,

falling on the road,

making puddles.


Wakes you in the morning,

makes you start your day,

Stays with you while your working,

until it goes away,

And then the moon will come out,

And Comfort you in the night,


In the wild there's trees and bees

but no peas,

In the wild there's boars and raors

but no stores,

in the wild there's no rugs or mugs

but there is BUgs


Created with images by 422737 - "colour pencils color paint"

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