Little Marcus

There was a poem of a bird and a leaf.



Marcus the littlest baby of the brood,
wearing the brightest colour of the sun one could.
Little marcus had a friend,
a lonely leaf the momma hen sent.

That fateful day the sun didn't shine,
but the rain came and the winds blew unkind.
Little marcus saw his leaf sway,
it jumped with the wind and drifted to the bay.
Little marcus flew with his tiny wings,
faster than he ever could in all his dreams.

He stayed with his friend,
and the winds soon died.
and the two of them were inseparable since.



Little marcus and his friend.



the end.