Poems about Animals
Why do you keep me outside in the cold?
As I lay on the ground, I am just seven years old.
Leaves shine yellow, orange and red as the
Sun breaks through each branch,
Setting the tree aflame.
I love how you shed your tears,
exposing to me all your fears.
I love how you beg and plead,
Love is flowing from my soul
Understanding is oozing from my pores
The need to be there is all around