The red of tulips, standing tall beyond the grass,
The orange of sunset, the way it glows and fills the sky.
The yellow of buttercups, lining the soft grass beneath me.
The green green grass, so soft clean and warm in the sun.
The beautiful blue sky, a sign of good weather and days on the beach.
Indigo and violet, flower beds In bloom, their colours so vivid that they lighten the gloom.
The rainbow of summer, the way it fills our eyes,
We'd better hurry up and,
Get the barbecue supplies.
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
Warm, soft golden rays of light cascade onto the vividly vibrant earth. lapis lazuli, ruby, amber, jade, and indigo pattern beautiful flowers that gleam like precious jewels.
As the sun peeps over the horizon Night has gone to rest I wonder whether the sun shall shine.
Soaring trees burn with gleaming, copper leaves. Elegantly, swirling on a icy breeze shimmering, bronze leaves dance. Gracefully, nature sprites whisper through the glittering, auburn forest.
Pretty cherry blossoms blowing on a gentle breeze. Sweet scented perfume floats on the air and tease. An arched canopy of trees with luscious green leaves.
The leaves are blowing. Just for me. Twirling swirling. Beneath the tree. They seem so playful. In the breeze. Dancing prancing. Completely free. The colours mesh. So beautifully. Rusty red.
#acrostic Sugar-sweet like songs of birds, Petals burst in vibrant tune. Rhythmic like a serenade In the golden afternoon. New like fresh-made lemonade, Green grass grows for Springβs parade.
A sky heaves as gentle kisses fall all around, it brushes over houses before settling on the ground.
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.
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