Found an old poem...

I just found a poem I wrote quite a while ago, not one of my best, but I think it's okay.

Outstretched claws of the bare tree,
Obstruct the pure night sky,
The final leaves at last set free,
So gently they fly.

Bleak clouds subtly appear,
Vandalising a perfect night,
Darkness is a coward's fear,
Whilst a hero's only fright.

Graffitied on nature's floor,
Litter is something human's share,
Cans, bottles, wrappers and more,
All due to lack of care.

Now an orphaned magpie,
Swoops down from the sky,
Injured it lays down to die,
The distant sound of it's helpless cry.

The thing I like about this is the contradiction, on the 'Cowards fear, Hero's Fright'.

Anyway, I will update soon!