Ode To The Earth

January 21, 2008
By Brooks Kriske, La Quinta, CA

The mother of us all
From space,
A tiny marble with
Green specks of land
Your changing seasons
Is like my changing
Of clothes
All of your beautiful
Flowers smell like an
Apple pie baking
In the oven tingling
My nose
Your billowy clouds
Are like the pillows
I lay my head on at night
So soft and fluffy
Your sparkling water
Glimmering in the sun
Reminds me of the
Nighttime stars
So shiny and bright

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