Taylion Pride Issue 1 | Page 25

Unseen It was a beautiful day There were no clouds to be seen But that didn’t matter anyway My best friend was lost in the forest, unseen. When I called out his name All I heard was the whispering of the trees It was like they were playing a game Purposely covering his trail with their leaves. The rhyme scheme to this poem is ababcdcd. Written by: Tahlyn Lunn 25