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
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