The Cycle

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The blue sky is covered
With leaves of yellow, orange, and red.
The warm summer air
Is starting to chill,
As Jack Frost starts to nod his cold head.

Now, covered in a blanket of white,
Nothing wants to move,
Everyone burrowed underground,
The surface is at peace.
Underneath, the flowers are anticipating their bloom.

The great rains follow,
And wash away the snow.
Bringing life to the flowers,
Who’ve been hiding for so long.
Green buds on trees, grass no longer brown.

Nature’s beautiful peak is next.
Living life to the fullest,
Are trees, flowers, creatures, grass.
As the beauty starts to decline,
Mother Nature decides the cycle shall commence again.





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