Is my poem okay?

Hello, i am actually a gr.7 12 year old boy. I just wondering, is my poem okay? My class had to write a poem explaining how another poet was right. The another poet wrote a poem called "Forecast." and it is about how our generaration is lazy and we don't get out to see the natures beauty. So what i had to write, was a poem on how he is right on how the outside is a great place to be, but i also included on how our genaration is not that lazy. So please read it and give me some feed back. ty BY THE WAY I DID NOT CHECK GRAMMAR IN THIS POEM

Here is my poem:

Nature has a unique beauty
That changes from time to time
You can’t just vision it
You must feel it from your heart
To understand the true meaning and form of art

This world has many seasons
That twist and turn like gears
They improve the outside beauty
Because that’s its duty
By bringing the cold, the hot, and the excitement

Today is the day
I spring out of my dark humid cave
To venture the fascinating seasons that face me
In front of me lays a strong wooden boarded fence
Once I pass it, my wonder world will begin
But before I go I must tell you
Our generation is not lazy
We do go outside, experiencing the beauty of nature
It’s just some of us that have different atmospheres
Sure, we have things that grab onto us and make us stay inside
But some of us, not all of us
Experience what’s beyond that wooden boarded fence

Now I go and grasp a handle that turns open the fence
I see and wonder what the forecast will be
Just about as the barricaded wall opens up
I clench my eyes from fear
Then suddenly a patch of warm wind
Sweeps up from the north and tickles me with sensation

This is Summer I now see
The sizzling alluring sun warms my hand like a barbeque
I hear nature buzz as little yellow creatures soar beneath my eyes
This hot dry region is the best season to make me wonder
Why stay in a lonely dark cave
When we can race across cold waters that shoot from the ground
See alien bug creatures that lure our backyard
Tan our skins with a fluorescent metal cover
Or swing to the top of the playground and over the hill
This season is got to be the most fun of the “funnest”
What more could I do, catch a ball, lay on the beach, swim in the liberty seas
I do so many things, I play sports just
We are not lazy; we go outside on a hot humid day
And copy the famous summer Olympic athletes.
But what about winter

As I take a step down my porch, a few months have past.
I don’t notice small little glaciers falling from the heavens
I see bold, rich, fluorescent, and antique colors that fill the backyard
I see tons of symbols from the Canada flag slowly fall and glide onto a pile
Branches slowly start to shake and plants decaying
Shadows start to grow and life starts to sway
Animals now sleeping
Not a sound or a peep
Everyone knows fall has begun.
Even though it’s quiet we need to still get out
We can fall in the leaves, still swing in the playground.
We can still swim in the liberty seas
Not all things have to happen in the summer

Next seasons follow through winter
Cold winds swipe down my back to send me a chilling ache
Don’t be fear of the cold, fun can still happen
Even athletes are enjoying the winter wonder land
Go ahead make me a bald headed figure that is bodied with 3 round balls.
Rub against the soft marshmallow snow creating what appears to be an angel
Stir the chocolate to make a warm delicious coco-delight.
Bobsleigh down icy driveways and crash into piles of white soft blankets
But the best experience is getting your bright red tongue stuck onto a pole or icicle
Once again, this generation is not always lazy
Some of us copy what we see on CTV Olympics

Nature isn’t over yet, there is still yet one more season
This one is the time of year blossoms bloom,
This is the year dark purple and bright red explode into the atmosphere
You see farmers picking them off the greenish trees.
Every season there is a unique thing to do
That let’s us get active to take a break from screen time.
Why think our generation is lazy
Our generation is just growing with technology
We are not just hiding in our dark caves
Take back from what you said
Cause here I go, outside to play





Answer :
It's long! That's for sure. It didn't lure me on past the first few lines, so I skipped to the last verse, and it didn't get any better, so I stopped reading again. Sorry! But you are only 12, and the fact that you are writing poetry is great. You should get better and better. Keep on keeping on.





Answer :
A writers age DOESN'T MATTER IS THE CONTENT OF HIS PLAY THAT MUST MATTER.
Your really great at writing. Remember that theres people in this world that wont like your poem. For me it was amazing! I loved how you put it together.
KEEP GOING NO MATTER WHAT.