I woke up one morning
to crisp air and leaves
the color of sunsets,
shades of red, yellow, and orange,
standing out against summer's last breath,
hues of green blending with autumn's sparks,
soon to grow to a blazing inferno,
a flame,
one of nature's many works of art,
not permanent,
but temporary,
though sure to come back once more,
and there is just something in the air,
a sensation of renewal,
a new beginning,
that lets me know
that things may change,
but like the slow metamorphosis of the seasons,
change can and will bring new opportunities,
oppurtunities to show the world your strengths,
and to find where you fit in,
in this changing beauty that is our Earth.
The coming of autumn
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The Sun, My Lost Friend
The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost
One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return
Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.
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Mother Earth
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
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Lullaby
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
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