Nature's Abyss

The forest,

an abyss of greens and brown,

calm yet unpredictable.

Changing in the cool Autumn, 

Morphing with the wind. 

Freezing in the fierce Winter, 

Dying then living again.

Rejoicing in the ready Spring, 

Dancing in step with the breeze.

Starting over in the stifling Summer, 

Following the cycle of the seasons, 

Waiting for a chance to escape.  

This poem is about: 
Our world


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