Poem: The Cycle of Nature

It is spring 
the seedling 
pokes its leaves 
out of the soil 

It is summer 
it flourishes 
in the bright sun 
the flowers bright 

It is autumn 
it shivers in the cold 
it knows its time 
fast approaches 

It is winter 
its roots shrivel 
the cold freezes 
it no longer breathes

A new seed 
slumbers deep 
underground
the cycle continues.


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