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Mother Nature

Drip drop drip drop
The sky is crying.
You’re in your room and you hear little things falling
Little pebble noises hitting against your window.
The tree branches whispering their every emotion.
It’s around December
The atmosphere seems so harsh and cruel
We get the feeling of a cold hearted earth.
As the months go by it gets a little brighter.
The grass is greener than ever.
Burning us with its bright smile.
You know that things are better now





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