Gently

• Brodee Bacci, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Gently the river flows down the banks.
Gently the wind blows to say thanks.
Gently the flower sways to the beat.
Gently the beat plays for a treat.
Gently sun rises to shine bright.
Gently the clouds move preparing for night.
Gently the baby cries, but the most gentle of all
Is the white snow when it falls.