| THE EARTH |
| Beneath her coat of brown and gold,
A secret wonder does unfold, Her miracle of life begins, With gentle rain and raging winds. |
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| She slumbers 'neath her coat of white,
Replenishing her gift of life, And in the warmth of spring behold! New life, her gift to us untold. |
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| Forgiveness is within her breast,
When scarred and plundered she does rest, And waits, for man to end his theft, She slowly mends the gaping cleft. |
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| The seasons come, the seasons go,
And tiny shoots spring forth to grow, She nurtures gently, saplings small, Till mighty trees, are standing tall. |
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| Author: Pamela Blyss 2003. All rights reserved. |
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