This poem was written while we watched young singers in New Farm Park on Sunday. The day in the park was beautiful because my little sister sang carols to us.
Sunset in New Farm Park
The weather is beautiful because the sunset is golden.
The weather is beautiful because the skies are dark.
The weather is beautiful because the trees are green and red.
The weather is beautiful because the young sung carols.
The weather is beautiful because rain is on its way.
The weather is beautiful because the weather is never the same.
The weather is beautiful because everyone sings together.
The weather is beautiful because the heat enters my heart.
The weather is beautiful because the heat makes the flowers grow.
The weather is beautiful because the sun breaks the clouds.
The weather is beautiful because my family are with me.
The weather is beautiful because happiness is a rainy sunset.
The weather is beautiful because freedom is a keyboard in the park.
The weather is beautiful because happiness is a park in summer.
The weather is beautiful because you can’t change the weather.
The weather is beautiful because December is my time with Dad.