April 30, 2017
By Yuchun Luo SILVER, Cerritos, California
Yuchun Luo SILVER, Cerritos, California
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It cannot be seen,
surrounding you day and night,
you breathe in and out.

It flows hot or cold,
through every crevice and crack,
or down your body.

It can warm you up,
easily out of control,
Should not be played with.

It’s where you grow plants,
made up of land and water,
a place we call home.

The author's comments:

This poem is inspired by the changing seasons that was all fave through. Each season has it own category that essentially expands on the issues we exprience each time.

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