tapa cloth

a windy cloudy day

The cloudy blowing the trees.

Leaves drifting to the ground.

The  leaves blowing so hard into the sun's faces.

winter

Windy afternoon

The cold chilly breeze  blowing everywhere.

Howling and screeching off the wind, making the earth chill

The sun shining bright in the sky, trying to save the earth from this cold

poem

my poem

I saw trees

I heard breezy and cars

I smelt dirt and wind

I felt snoopy and braze

I heard a bird sing

I saw leaves in a pile

The trees had no leaves

The trees were pointed

The wet tree with falling leaves

The frozen grass with morning dew

The birds tweeting in the odk tree

The leaves falling down on the ground

samoan language week