Cinquain Poem

****************************** Forest

It's fresh
Green Everywhere
A Squirrel climbing trees
Birds singing as the morning comes
Forest

Little ones ********************************

Flowers
Lovely as you
Blossoming just like thou
Collecting them makes me happy
Babies

****************************** Freedom and Family

Birds sing
In her garden
Blithe and Beautiful like angels
Also gloomy and tearfully
Waiting

************** Time**************

Enjoy
Many will miss
What they do in present
As time passes so quickly and
Get old