Oh young bird
With your feathers unruffled so;
Why do you spend all your time with me
When there are places you can go?

There are other lands than this little place
Beautiful lands of red and green
Lands I want to go to;
Places I have never seen.

You can fly, little bird
Fly up to the clouds,
Surrounded by the blue,blue clouds
Free of pollution and crowds.

So why don't you fly, little bird?
And leave me all alone?
Leave me with my thoughts
No electricity or phone.

There, I have convinced you now,
You're leaving this house and lawn
Off to find someone; maybe yourself
Going, going, gone.

Writing a poem
(A very hard thing to do)
Is very fun
(But difficult too)

Hey! Maybe writing a poem isn't so hard after all!

Put a smile on your face,
Put some happiness in you heart,
Sadness gone without a trace
To ecstasy you will dart.

Put some energy in your bones
Put some dance in your shoes
Movement does not drone
You won't have the blues

Put some tunes in your brain
Put some music in your blood
Your sadness will drain
Happiness will flood

Put some laughter in your teeth
Put some jokes on your tounge
Sadness gone with an imaginary thief
AND LEAVES YOU WITH...
FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 'm happy,
now I'm sad,
now I'm angry,
now I'm glad.

I've never had so much moods before,
and brain is going crazy,
because I can't handle anymore!

I found the person,
but she just left,
I found her a month before,
but it's too late.

All of this has already happened,
but we can't go back in time,
you know?
Life is sad.

Sadly when you make true friends,
is not long before they leave,
you can continue in contact with them, but,
that is different.