The Circle of Life

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a poem i wrote wrote when i was in my late teens.

Submitted: September 27, 2018

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Submitted: September 27, 2018



Mountains and trees, branches and leaves, lead to rivers and ravines.  


Flowers and weeds, grow from their seeds--their thirst is great, which rain will make.


The summer sun blinds, yet, warms its shine on the snow, that warns the birds to go.


For the birds head South for the warmth to feed their young by mouth.


The water, so fresh and clear,  says Autumn is here.  Bears eat, and hibernate most the year; then reappear.


Rodents and squirrels, race in twirls, as they gather berries and nuts to store in their huts. 


Suddenly, it's Spring, and all seen is green.  Flowers sprout and all animals are playing as they all come out.


Many give birth, and remain on this Earth, until innocence is shattered; just to those who mattered.


For how much do the deer and doe knowest? By hunting season, why must we our forest?




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