Keeping old journals really pays off. This poem was written by me back when I was just seven years old. I thought I'd share it with you.
Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons
Can you see the flowers in bloom?
Can you smell their sweet scent?
Can you see the majestic colours
Dancing about in the breeze?
The roses and violets sway gently about
Their leaves glistening beneath the summer sun
And as the sun disappears behind a cloud
The flowers in bloom rejoice
The summer rains falls
The scent is intoxicating
The flowers in bloom reach for the sky
Drinking in every last drop
The buttercups and lilies are beautiful to see
Their colours are the symbol of harmony
Sunshine yellow and stunning pink
The purity of white causes you to blink
The flower in bloom in a garden so grand
Really makes you appreciate the life we have
The flowers in bloom cause us to smile
A carefree world without a single worry
As the rain slides down the stems
The flowers in bloom slowly bend
With the gentle summer breeze behind them
It is time for sleep
And as the season change
And winter rolls around
The flowers in bloom will disappear
But will return with spring soon