A Natural
I rise up from my comfy sheets
Light peeks out from the curtains like a playful child
Almost like my little Persephone
I gather up my supplies
A basket woven from willows and sunflowers
A little shovel and an overjoyed Persephone
We walked through the vegetable garden
All the colors were vibrant yet natural
The air was so cool and fresh that I could rest upon it
I showed Persephone how to harvest
She harvested the crops like she truly understood them
She was a natural
This poem is about:
Our world
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