Blank, white, still Earth 

The silence is deafening.

Smell of happiness in bloom

Songs of the beginning of warmth.

Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air

Stress is gone, school is out.

Crisp air, bright and earthly colors

Leaves on the ground, school is in sound.

Back to back cycle of 4 seasons, 

In this beautiful place we call Earth. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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