Depends on style of poem and subject matter, white
here,s one that uses rhyme.
Life
I am silence, made of morning,sunlight and the song of bird
Mist of evening slowly rising, winds soft whisper scarcely heard
I am tree and grass and flower, mountain ,hill and desert plain
Freedom, windswept shoreline sounding,earth and rock and sun and rain
Iam laughter smiled by children, wonder held in innocent eyes
Tears of pain at loss and sorrow, hurt and grief and lonely sighs.
Iam city streets of greyness, building factory,car and train
Park and motorway, shop and houses, woodland field and winding lane.
I am ambition ,goal and fortune, maker of all man's misdeeds
I am all he has of value and yet he pays me little heed.
Man is often my giver and my taker, yet by him i am not owned
Iam his for short duration, for his life-span i am loaned.
I am the song man will not sing, i am the sound that no man hears
He finds me at birth, he leaves me at death, to find me again in a world without tears.
Bren
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