(No AI, ChatGPT, machine learning (ML), etc., was used in the composition of this poem.)
This poem finished in 10th place in Brian Strand's "1442 Nature" poetry contest on 2/9/2026.
Heavy gray skies are weeping; Into the ground it's seeping. What doesn't run off remains; Bountiful life it sustains. Refilling rivers and streams; An endless cycle it seems. Evaporates to ascend; Rains again and keeps the trend.
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