It happen

Flowers bloom like the trees flicker as the clouds follow one-by-one and the earth

spin's in seconds like the grass grow's upove your feet and the rain come's down around

a rainbow and make's shape's and bright color's through out the atmosphere till the end

of time

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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