Hi guys!! I got this poem and I want to see what you think of it:
The trees were swaying in the rain,
near the hill, right down the lane.
There was no sight of anyone,
because their jobs and the day was done.
Their leaves were noisily rustling,
very queer in the usually bustling
city, now a silent landscape
when with the stars, the sky was draped.
The place was now silent and serene,
now a very pretty scene.
There begun a soft, musical tune,
so with the trees, danced the moon.
So, please rate it from 1 to 10 and tell me what you think and how I can improve it!