EliBella

The smell of books

Is something that AI can't replace

It's comforting to curl up with a book

On a cold winter day

Or any day

And the smell of the pages

Completes the scene

Rain is often thought of as grey

But in spring

It just brings out the colors

The grass gets greener

The flowers bloom brighter

And when the sun comes out again

The colors feel even stronger

Colors of nature

Blooming with joy and beauty

The flowers of spring

I asked my friend

For a poem idea 

She said 

Write a poem about sewer rats

So this is my poem about rats

Squeak

Squeak

Scurrying through the city 

Splish

Splash

In comes the arrival of mud season

Soaking into the ground

Helping the plants just barely beneath the Earth

Drip 

Drop

Precipitation sliding down the windows

As  a child

she would sit alone

always watching the others

playing the day away

while she never had the confidence