Earth

The earth is wet and green;

It clumps in my hands.

It blows through the air

As dry desert sands.

It rumbles and it roars

Down a slick, falling hill.

It sleeps beneath blankets

Of snow, white and still.

The earth wraps around seeds,

It nurtures them well.

It hides secrets and

Mysteries it will not dare tell.

It crunches with drought and

It squelches with flood.

It is made up of

Stone, plant matter, and blood.

The earth is crushed and it's carved;

It is worn smooth like glass.

It is freckled with wildflowers.

It is fuzzy with grass.

It is stretched by high mountains.

It is cocooned in the stars.

It is sopping in oceans

And acrackle with fires.

The earth is ancient and wise;

It is youthful and bright.

It is beset with titles

Of thunderous might.

It is delicate web,

It is volcanic eruption.

It is ours while it lasts.

It is our earth while we've got one.

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Kimberlee Long, April 22nd, 2023

***Happy Earth Day 🌏***

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