The Earth
In the realm where chaos takes its toll,
There is a soul that suffers from madness.
Behind iron bars, locked in a jail,
Yet within a mind where dreams are endless
But don't brood, there is a safe refuge.
This anxious soul finds peace after the deluge
In a quiet nook, afar from sadness.
The egg-white omelet is a staple for slackness.
And every morning they gently bake their toast.
Spread thick strawberry jam such a coat.
A simple pleasure, a luxury they allow.
To brighten their days and calm their blow.
Because in this world of chaos and despair.
Lonesome fear may follow them everywhere.
But in their hearts, they have a special trust.
A love for the earth, a never-fading hope or disgust.
They watch as children pass by, innocent and free.
Wishing to join their carefree way
But they understand the path they must tread.
Their calling is to explain and portray.
They teach with grace and a gentle touch.
The wonders of life and the beauty that can be found
They show the children the power of love.
And how to navigate the depths of the ground.
With hands in the soil, they dig and sow.
Planting seeds of hope and possibility.
The water and sunshine nourish their growth.
As they tend to the garden with gentle humility.
And as the flowers bloom, a sense of wonder fills the air.
The realm of chaos transformed into a space of awe.
Poised between love and grief, they stand,
In this realm of chaos and despair,
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