Earth Part 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

The rainforests are green with their beauty,
And insects wander desert sands,
The sun burning hot on the skin,
And making skin sweat with the heat,
And in the Middle East there is so much deceit,
People lying to one another,
People firing at each other,
And many wonder when this war will end,
For the sun burns hot in the sky,
But the world is a mystery to those newborns,
Who don't know their fingers from their toes,
And a baby is the creation of the human race,
Not knowing the skin they live in,
Just needy for love and attention,
As so many are,
But this world is full of love,
And the brightest brains in the world,
Have learnt this.

The oceans are so vast and deep,
With many beautiful creatures,
Swimming below the surface,
And deep sea divers delve,
Into the dark depths of the oceans,
While holiday makers swim,
The cooling surface of the sea,
That soothes their sun scorched skin,
For when the weather hots up everyone needs a cool down,
And the sun continues to burn hot in the sky,
Turning skin brown and sometimes even red.

But many also love Britain in winter,
When snow crunches on boots and breaths mist the air,
And the air is so cold and crisp,
As people try not to slip on the ice,
And many snowmen are built in the blistering snow,
Christmas also celebrated, baby Jesus birth remembered,
And gifts are received and church bells ring.

And then there is autumn:
A slight chill in the air,
As people wrap up in coats and scarfs,
Breathing in smoke from the bonfires,
And of course there is Halloween:
Trick and treat a game for children,
For Halloween is a celebration of the passing season,
And with tricks, there is no real reason,
But candy and chocolate are the kids request,
As they cheer 'Trick or treat! ',
And their parents won't allow them,
To eat all their treats are once,
But it is fun for them,
And Halloween is a night for ghouls and ghosts,
The devil looking for a host:
But is this fact or fiction?
I do know that I'll never know,
But many hold onto the witching hour,
The time when the clock,
Strikes at the thirteenth hour,
And the devil wields his supernatural power,
But these are just superstitions,
Nothing true in them,
But this is a world invented by itself,
People enjoying their lives,
With the passing of the seasons.

Spring is the time of the blooming of beautiful flowers,
And Easter being celebrated,
With bunny rabbits and huge Easter eggs,
Leaving kids faces smeared with chocolate,
But there are so many more things,
That mean we live in paradise,
I don't believe hell waits for anyone,
And Earth is everybody's home,
Where we all work together,
And we love life,
No matter the season or weather,
Because this is Earth,
And we are all important on her journey.