Earth's Chores

Thu, 05/30/2024 - 18:24 -- ililley

the sun washes

the breeze rinses 

the birds signal the load is done

outside is waiting for you with peace in its arms

 

soft warm sun

gentle breeze 

hear the birds

and breathe

This poem is about: 
Our world

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