Montana Trees

Trees, so extraordinary, fascinating at every angle,
Curves like the crooked cracks of a busy main street road.
Branches so wild, streaming from the sky if it were fireworks on the 4th of July.
Such beautiful creations, but always passed by like hidden clues, unnoticed, unseen.
It's dead dark fallen leaves cry out to come back from the decomposition from the earth,
To be miraculous neon colors like once before.
These trees on day will die, but only to leave seeds of birth behind.
Sprouting in growth of that of a hungry teenage child,
Stuck to the ground, sturdy and unstoppable.
Trees have so many features unknown to the human eye.
Being looked through microscopes, not wanting to hide.

Riddle poem

I am sounds that are pleasent,
I am sounds that are dull.
I see mant places near or far.
I can be as red as an apple or as green as its leaf,
You will hold me high, but when i fall "Bang".
I am needed by many, and conciderd their lives,
I am easy to loose, but not too hard to find.
Under clothes and on top of desks.
What am i???


Answer:

My colors

Baby blue, so warm and so fuzzy,

Popping a sweet mint that tastes like cotton candy,

Silent breeze over the ocean, soft spray of springing water.

Yet so sad so lonely,

So cold so forgotten,

Inspiration without any temptation of re-creation.

Black, so bold and so daring and misunderstood,

Even mysterious up close to the heart,

Traped in old forgotten but bumpy roads,

The steam of tires marking the road.
This is how these colors make me!

Gabcast! Poetry #1

Acronym Poem Of Me

Artistic
Shy+Smiley+Short
Honest
Loves Chocolate
Energetic
Yet Lazy.
Ditzy.
Tidy