Marie's 3 poem's

Leaves

Every time;
a
leaf falls off
it's branch,
a person;
is dying.
Just
like the leaf.
So,
be grateful,
that
your leaf
did not fall
off
it's branch.


Eye See

I see you,
I see nature,
I see everything;
around me.
But,
it's not fair,
that I
cannot see
the thing
I am
holding on to
F
O
R
E
V
E
R
.

My Life

My life,
is like
a baby bird
that cannot fly.
Unable to see the world