Practise poem.

River,sea.
Beautiful sky.
I watch the clouds without asking why.

Without asking how I fell.
Because I am underneath your magic spell.
A beautiful lie.

 I spread my wings and fly.
While stormy clouds cry.
tears,beautiful to listen in the night.

No matter the height.
The clouds and wind have a fight.
What an incredible sight.

Even though it's cold.
The weather tickles my senses like any weather would.
The hot summer ,blue winter sky.

All year long,I ascend and fly.
In the stormy clouds,or on dry land.
My imagination ascend.

The trees,they bend.
A warm jacket for me to defend.
To defend me against the cold.

Or from collecting mould.
In class,I try my best.
I put my poetry skills to the test.

Even though I need rest.
I write on the paper,waiting for class to end.
As I study and learn with a friend.

And i hope you enjoyed this poem.
Now,I must go.
Before I run out of ink.

Tirelessly as I blink.