Wonderment

 Wonderment

She stands there and sees
The beautiful breeze
Riffling through the trees.

She says to herself, "I have never seen
Anything so beautiful as that scene
Of the grass and the trees in waves of green."

As she stands in the field,
She cries out, "Yield!
To the waving grass!" And so she keeled.

Onto her knees she falls and cries
As the plants live and the grass dies
And away to heaven it flies.

All in a split second,
As she is being beckoned, beckoned
Into the woods I surely reckoned

Would bring her peace and happiness.

(Note: This is a poem I wrote when I was about 11 years old.  Despite the grammatical issues - poetic license? - I still think it's the best poem I've ever written.  It's definitely my favorite!)