by Siddhant
(Clarksburg, Maryland, United States of America)

I look around, I see trees and nature,
I walk in the fields, seeing grass wet with fir,
Small bugs are alert, while predators stir,
While butterflies hunt for pollen, a real predator.

I look up above me, I see a blue sky,
Filled with clouds, while brave birds fly high,
I take a deep breath, in and out, “sigh,”
And then I go home, to the sweet smell of chai.

I think about nature,
How cloud shapes occur,
I’ll go back tomorrow,
Observing Earth, that big sphere.

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Apr 09, 2024
by: Denise

I see the tress and the sky, the bugs, the birds, all on our "big sphere." Thanks for sharing your poem, and please keep on writing!

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