Earth is Our Home
Flowers are the hope after years of no rain
they never seem to die yet always seem to thrive.
a million seeds will be planted and wishes granted
like scribes written in fairy tales with secrets to unveil.
The sun is faith scorned from lonely nights,
each day it rises, a new day for lives.
it forces days to be bright and a shining light.
a faith burning for the rest of your life.
If flowers are hope and the sun is faith,
then that makes earth our home, sadly.
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