Poems from the English Class 1998-32 / Tanohata HighIn the forest people walk,
The birds talk.
It looks like rain.
Falling from the tree is pain.
There is a moon.
We have a lot of rain in June.
The birds began to sing all together.
Nature is forever.
- Rikiko H.
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