What The Earth Does - Poem by Edwina Reizer
The earth sings a song to me
so I can listen and hope to be
one who cares about each new flower
that graces the ground it grows upon
and comes alive with each new dawn.
The earth speaks a poem to me
so I can listen expectantly
for the words that give the earth its praise
as it tries its best to provide for us all
through winter, spring, summer and fall.
The earth paints a picture for me
so I can see its colors vibrantly.
For the majestic sights that come alive
capture the grandeur of artistic delight
so I won't forget what was in my sight.
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