Group Poem
The flower petals are soft.
The flowers hide from the greater life forms,
tastes Spring because of flowers.
The mountains are rough.
The mountains loom accusingly
over the trees but they
point at the flowers.
A war breaks out between the three
Tastes winter because of snow.
The snow is cold
tastes like clouds, musty.
The air is breezy.
The war breaks off
and they stay in their places,
the flowers still cowering
in the distance.
Tastes clean, no pollution.
The clouds are plush,
the grass is soft and wet.
By Sylvia, Elena, Julia, 5th grade