Now i know it doesnt rhyme or have rythmical style, but still, would you consiter this to be a poem!?
The sun rose upon the rolling fields,
lighting the snow bitten forest!.
White powder descended from the heavens,
tapping my face as it fell to the ground!.
A sudden awareness of beauty filled my mind
as I took a step back to appreciate the wonders!.
With the wind howling around me,
I could barely make out a faint shimmering in a tree!.
It awoke my mind,
I suddenly had something I must do!.
I had to see this shinning beacon,
this diamond of the cold!.
I walked through the white snow
as it fought to chill me!.
Still, I ventured on!.
I walked onto a frozen river,
almost plunging in as it couldn’t hold my weight!.
Still, I ventured on!.
I walked through the bare trees,
the deserted forest!.
Still, I ventured on!.
As I came nearer and nearer to the spectacle,
my heart began to race!.
What was this shinning thing!?
The closer I came, the brighter is shone!.
Ten feet, eight feet, six feet,
I was there!.
I reached into tree,
towards the light!.
I grappled for the object, pulling it near me!.
As my eyes looked upon my treasure, they filled with tears!.
Not from happiness, no!.
From anger!. From resentment!. From sadness!.
As I looked upon the broken bottle in my hand,
I thought of what Earth once was!.Www@QuestionHome@Com