Nature’s gift
I seem to go unnoticed
Wherever I go
Like an old car with broken windows and a failing engine
Covered in snow
The days move slow
And i dont know
If people will stay or go
But the tranquile river will continue to flow
Just like the faint wind blows
And the shiny moon with its luminous light will say goodnight
Maybe if the world has all this light, there must be a little bit of it in me, right?
Any feedback is appreciated, one of my beginner poems