"The fluffy clouds that dwell in our skies,
They are like marshmallows, white and pure.
They have so much emotion they rain their cries,
Releasing to the ground the pain they endure.
Rain pierces and punches the softly put ground,
Surrounding the deep fine roots of the unborn.
Then the plants are born, spreading all around,
Hoping they won't be eaten up, cut and torn."
Wow. Those analogies are simply amazing. It's hard to believe this is your first poem about nature! You seem like you've been writing stuff like this for a long time! Keep it up!
Haley