Our Mother Earth
The anticipation of flowers blossoming is delightful.
It's incredible to watch butterflies fly to a melody.
The wind is blowing, and the leaves are pivotal.
It's an angelic reason to feel delighted with similarity.
The moon is surrounded by clouds that are fluttering.
An element of the allure may be seen in the shape.
It gives us pleasure to drink in the first drops raining.
Sitting on the beach, carefree, youthful in cape.
Green-field is becoming excess widespread.
This is a visual feast for the eyes and the sense.
A lovely acoustic backdrop for the basic sound.
Fireflies sparkle in darkness at night and dance.
Unrivaled among the number of stars in the sky.
It's almost as if the dense forest has a lyric feel.
For years, the icy slopes conjure powerful memory.
The prospect of her mating has a bound appeal.
What does paradise imply in our halcyon world?
A design solution will turn men to the knees with awe.
In their drive to learn and develop as a specific herd.
Which counselor do they call themselves in the raw?
Do you wish to wipe off the whole human population?
Winning now and future, beating the current reality.
Remember it! You are both a parent and protection.
Nothing is easily altered; God is the owner of this property.
Written, July 3, 2021
A Brian Strand July 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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