Ninja Timmy
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The English teacher failed me for writing this poem because it is to good for a year ten English student and he said it was obvious fraud, thsi is the one i wrote:
The Blanket Of Autumn
A blanket of warmth seeps through the tree,
The leaves glow with joy as a warm sensation travels upward,
The yellow glistening delicately spreads up the tree,
Shadows spread at the trunk as if being
emerged with a swell of water.
The glowing leaves slowly reveal charcoal brown,
One by one the leaves are delicately plucked from the branch,
Slowly twirling down as if being devoured by darkness,
The sun slowly fades only to be replicated by shadows,
The last leaf slowly twirls to the ground grimly to join the deceased.
The tree lay lonely on the peek of a saddened hill,
A single drop spirals from the dark grey clouds
that had devoured the sun,
The warm shield of happiness shattered by fear,
Isolation from the world.
-the end-
The Blanket Of Autumn
A blanket of warmth seeps through the tree,
The leaves glow with joy as a warm sensation travels upward,
The yellow glistening delicately spreads up the tree,
Shadows spread at the trunk as if being
emerged with a swell of water.
The glowing leaves slowly reveal charcoal brown,
One by one the leaves are delicately plucked from the branch,
Slowly twirling down as if being devoured by darkness,
The sun slowly fades only to be replicated by shadows,
The last leaf slowly twirls to the ground grimly to join the deceased.
The tree lay lonely on the peek of a saddened hill,
A single drop spirals from the dark grey clouds
that had devoured the sun,
The warm shield of happiness shattered by fear,
Isolation from the world.
-the end-