The wind blew, and the grass waved.
My hair flowed like the last wave.
The leaves fell, and the snow twinkled.
The rain shone, and the wind whistled.
Who would think that such beauty could come
To our New Hampshire state?
The stars will shine,
The moon will smile,
And the sun will glow with glee,
Just for you!
New Hampshire, I love you.
Your poem was very descriptive. It flowed very nicely.