*Note* This is my 1st Poem I am 13 years old and i wrote this for an english test.
The wind blows through the trees,
Like an angry bee buzzing past you,
Then it stings and meets its end,
Like the worlds' armageddon ending not with a bang but a whimper,
Of a dying dog drawing its final breath into eternity,
Where scream nor shout are heard but listened to,
By its Shining Host and angelic chorus,
Unlike our planets 'leaders',
Pushing us into Ignorance,
Plumeting into Insanity.
Mikhail Gibbings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-44/
