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The grass so green
The river very clean
The flowers so cute
The insects aren't mute
And the seeds grows into roots

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The sun reflecting on the ground making everything shine
the fresh air coming from above
the leaves falling down. I am something related to the ground
rooting up into the air.

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You are the underrated ones where people merely pass by you

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The bug looks up, as a tall giant waits for it in the sky. With it's big green hat and brown pants, it gives off a scent allowing nature to peacefully breath. It's green curls lay flat as bugs nibble on them, and tiny nuts are carefully stored next to the brown pants of the tall giant

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My arm hurts like hell!
I wonder why
I saw something black and yellow
i wonder what it is
I see it soaring in the sky
Its going back to his oval shaped home
i wonder what it is?

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Eyes burning like the sun
with wings like paper
flying with grace
come out o cicada
once every 17 years
with screams that shatter eardrums
and a brain size of a pea
but somehow so happy
o cicada come out
o cicada be free

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when its the morning they are gone
and comes back in evening
but there is no much lovely than
a little star twinkling
It many be little in the sky, but it give light with moon
you have learned to try and try
whether it was noon
All stars disappeared by day
but the sun's with us to play

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though they say you are greener

way over on the other side

your emerald glow shines as bright as day

through the fresh droplets

of clear morning dew

vratesh will always sit in you

for your earthy scented fields

stretch for what seems like forever
long after the morning
disappears

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The dark green leaves look lovely as the vast green grass. In the grass is a small green piece of nature riddled with huge holes made by hungry bugs. It lies under a tree towering the floral flowers. Feels lonely as a rabbit away from its family. It looks longingly stuck in the mucky mud below. Stares longingly at its flowing family up above. Their green sibling floats down landing right next to it. It sighs in relief as it waits for it to become part of the nestling nature again.

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Soaring the sky
Every 17 years
Buzzing around
Having no fears

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They fly around with their wings;
Making loud sounds like an engine
Their eyes red like headlights
They come out from their underground factories;
Last for 6 weeks until their gas runs out

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Its willowy wings whisper with the winds
Held up by wood as strong as steel
You’re gentle yet strong - a dancer is made
Thou sings and thou hollers, talking with the Earth
Roots connect your dark bark with the world below

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Sound of peaceful silence
coming from the tree
Filled with greenery
Filled and life
Sound of chirps and calls
Sights of birds perching on the tree
Seeking warmth in the tree.
Pure white jasmine flowers perching on random branches
Just like the birds on the tree.

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On the trees, they reside
Not plump and juicy,
buy dry and frail
Nothing can heal them,
Since they're old and weak
they are sometimes as brown
as the ground
and other times as orange
as an orange
but mostly a mix
just like bright sticks

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As a boy came outside looking for a hook
He came across a burbling brook.
As walked across the nature path,
the birds were chirping, while the chipmunks ran past.
As the boy went across the mossy floor
He approached a forest, with a cautious step
As he went to the forest, he came across tall trees as big as they say
he felt like a need

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a brown fortress
closes when the rain comes in
opens when the flames come in

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Tall and wise,
big and protecting,
filled with life.
Leaves as flowy as a dancer,
swaying with every slight breeze.
Chirps and calls yell from above,
seeking the warmth they need,
as they soar soundly all around,
from this big 'ol sprouting seed.

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Sunrays luminate the grassy meadows
lighting up the morning dew
Shone with the sun's glory
despite the heat, a gentle yet cooling breeze blows off leaves from a shadow-like tree
How wonderful must it be,
to be this free,
A breeze can be a tornado
Ripples can be tsunamis,
sunshine can have the power to cause droughts,
going by your own rules, bending everything to your will, power lies in the gentlest things, nature can be pretty, yet savage.

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Not a peep from this little thing,
but it leaps out of the water
like a majestic king
as it softly splish-splashes
to the end
of the way.

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Above us you see something bright.
Which gives us fresh and happy light.
Though big, it is hard to see.
When it's around we are enjoyful as thee.

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The Sight of the Mountains is a beauty, The flow of River is soft music, The blowing of the wind is tranquilizing, Nature has its beauties.

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Feel the air blowing by. The sound as it zooms by. The speed gives a refreshing coldness. The sound is almost a whistle that comes and goes. The speed it gives you with it and the slowness against it. This is the wind

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The wind, like life
can be tranquil at times
but can also be angry or chaotic
as well

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So Green
a shape very unique
The texture is so rough yet so soft
a calming feel to it
And falls like snow

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An ensemble of dancers twist and turn in tandem

Swaying to a tune unheard

The dancers twirl and shake and spin

But their tune may be the death of them

Swept up and carried away in its song

One leaps and jumps away from them all

The lonely dancer continues to skip

Until it can dance no longer

There are no twists no twirls no spins

Only the scratch of the pavement on which it sits

The dancer will dry and die alone

But free of the cursed rhythm

A long way away an ensemble of dancers twist and turn in tandem

Caught in an everlasting dance

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As I wandered around,
like the clouds,
I stumbled upon a garden.
Flowers here, flowers there
Flowers
Encompassing everywhere

Beneath the sun,
I saw life.

A mixture of fine fascinating flowers with
an enchanting effect.

But,
there are also
wicked weeds
that sprouted, shielding the flowers from watchful eyes.

But, natural beauty will always overpower
and that is
life.

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Glittering
Like Glitter on Green Paper
Vibrant
With itś color Contrasting itś Shadows
Pale yet Peaceful
With its Calming pastel Colors of Blue & White
Sturdy
Its dark branches, holding its leaves together
Beautiful
An Original, Like no other

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I am as lonely as the rock floating in the endless stream of water. The water keeps flowing even tho it doesn't have a destination It keeps flowing even when the world goes dark and silent. The water goes on a endless journey to nowhere~

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Can stay on or fall down
changing into many different colors
I can be big or small
many different sizes
I can crushed very easily
I will crumble when crushed
What am I.

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The greenish Leaves
the small little squirrels
the sounds of the birds
little animals running around trees
the peace and the rest comes in to you
The tree makes you live with the oxygen and peace it gaves you
the breeze touchs you and goes by to next milliions of people
the small little bushs also know as the small like homes for the mammals
the home of nature is the trees.
For some a tree is a source for a home
For some a tree is oxygen
For some a tree is a safe place and a home
For some a tree is a world to them
For some a tree is the life to them.

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Up in the trees there are a filled with pests.
Singing a song to impress.
17 years they lived underground
In the end, they are no where to be found.

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A deadly pattern
intertwined so carefully.
Reminds of silk.
which makes me wonder.
Do they use it as clothes?

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Nature is like the sea. It can be beautiful or ugly at times, but much is still unknown.

A wonder of nature,
it may be.
It needs food,
but dies if it intakes water
It has no mother, nor a father.
It can be small or engulf the land
No one can possibly understand
How much destruction can happen to the Motherland.

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You, a creature i hate
shall not interfere in my works of art
If yer value your life
You storm the lands
you fly in the sky
You come from Beelzebub, the lord of the flies
I shall bring the hammer of justice
To save this world from demise
In my story, you are to be despised

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They come out once every 17 years
Billions of them, never alone
Swarming in some places, missing in others

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They are the best
with their mighty red eyes
They stare at you with hope and joy
Every 17 years they unleash their disguise
they emerge to prosper for their very purpose in life.
You might find one sitting next to you
only to be your friend
from long distances
they travel just to meet you
so don't be afraid and rant away
just appreciate their presence
because in the end, they might be your only friend.

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They are stepped upon constantly, useless compared to their counterparts, yet we see them everywhere, thriving and dying. The very thing that gives them food can also dry them up. Most people walk by, what am I ?

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Eyes burning like ths sun
with wings like paper
flying with grace
Come out o cicada
once every 17 years
with screams that can shatter eardrums
cicada with a brain size of a pea
but some

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It has never left this world
Every day and every night
clouds freely soaring through
Blue as the ocean

Drizzly days may come upon us
But its the greater good
As afterwards
Leaves and flowers may bloom

At night everythings dark
But even so there is beauty within
Little white dots shouting out
We are beautiful inside and out

All of this shows
Nature is a treasure
The clouds, rain, and stars
Makes the world beautiful, inside and out

Maanas Devulapalli

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Strings of green waving with the wind
Absorbing the sunlight throughout the years
Built from the roots of the ground
And sprinkled with delight

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Leaves four or three,
luck is key,
blooms by the spring,
lush as anything, excitement among the wildflowers, the cove where nature cowers,
stem graceful in the breeze and delicate, the component that makes the meadow compassionate.

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cicadas
creepy
illiterate
crawling
atypical
damaging
surreal
cicadas

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The sudden cool I feel
the hard yet soft texture my back feels
The green bouncing leaves I see
The brown soft feeling makes it a safe place

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A colorful thing in nature
free from all
living like it isn't bothered
giving its presence
petals might fall
but it stays strong
proving others wrong

flashes of color
patches of dirt beneath
pink and red show out
getting through the lows of life

remaining strong
proving others wrong
peacefully lets itself bloom
like one meditating
it moves slowly with the wind
like a turtle
and it rises in nature
staying strong

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Life and death
and love and birth
and peace and war
on the planet earth
is there anything thats worth
more than peace and love
on our planet called earth
As the people live
And nature thrives

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Clouds becoming darker
Winds becoming faster
A storm is brewing and we are in danger
But what is that I see?
Silky, and milky threads
Crawling, an eight legged MENACE!
As the winds go faster so does the creature and soon it is upon me
WHat do I do except for scream!

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It's hard to think of something as great as you. When one gives you soil you prosper with fruit. Your trunk is alll strong and mighity, as if it were made of steel. Your branches are long and filled with patterns for thoose to see. But what a shame it is that although you bring food and air people give no care. People will use you until you are gone for things that are'nt nessesary at all. What a shame it truly is, What a shame it truly is.

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Swaying in the morning breeze
The green monster of the ground
The dungeon of many critters
The Lost & Found of all objects
The God of The Earth
Capturer of the morning dew
Destroyer of gardens

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The buzzing of the bees and cicadas make the backdrop of the most performance known to man, nature
The trees and fields are the stages, home to the majesty of the world.
And humans are the audience, almost nothing compared to the majesty of the play.

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They soar across the sky
fearless of all obstacles
they flap their wings
and to me it looks like magic
Humans have everything:
Technology, power, and money
But they'll never experience
the magic of freedom in the skies
they'll never know what it is like
to touch the clouds and breathe in the beauty.

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A light appears in the chilly darkness
People surround it
to warm themselves
It creeps over the distant woods
Leaving a glimmering light
Over a spring river

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Dance beneath the sun
as you drink in the sky
Let the wind overtake you
as light fills the sky
Feel the force of nature
penetrate your skin
spin with the world
as the magic sinks in

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Silent, and Tall, standing here for thousands of years. You are so vast, so mighty and strong. As I hug you I feel my fears go away. I can envision your legs reaching through the ground and stabilizing youtself.

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Wind making the trees hiss through wood and leaves. You could smell the freshness in the air and the unforgettable smell of pollen. The sound of bee's and cicadas buzzing was heard throughout. Trees were the only thing seen in the horizon.

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Green, red or brown. They come in all different colors. Non existent in the winter but full of color in the fall. Beautiful to look at but frustrating to clean. Always growing on trees beside tangerines.

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The soft petals blowing
as you breathe in the air
The wind takes over
the color flows everywhere

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They sing in a group like opera singers
Red, blue, yellow, orange
Swifting through the sky
Their chirp is deafening
That in bed you cannot lie
No need for an alarm clock
You are already out of bed
The sight of them is so glamorous
Outside they live, in groups they fly
You may think they are outrageous.

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A flower may be little
but it's beauty can not be belittled
The flowers bright colors bring so much happiness enough to rid one of sappiness.
The flower itself embodies peace something this world needs so desperatly, So how can one ignore this enchanting plant so deliberatly

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Glistening in the sunllight with a warm, yellow glow
Its tiny, yellow munch comes raining as fast as it can go
Seen sneezing and coughing for miles on end
Seen birds chirping from end to end
Seen them travelling from branch to branch
Seen squirrels running fast as the wind blows
Behold branches that hold the great unknown
With plants and animals that could be gone from their home

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As the sun shines on the ground, and the leaves follow the breeze, I hear the insects flapping their wings. I see the insects landing next to me. I watch as the sun rises, and the shadows lessen. I watch the shadows of the leaves, as the breeze intensifies.

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I hear the water rushing

The air feels new and clean

Birds chirping in abstract harmony

With scents of wet grass and pine lingering in the atmosphere

A cool breeze blows gently on the earth on these summer mornings

Before the cars and trains and buses stir to life

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Chirping in different forms"
Sometimes "tweet-tweet", sometimes "ra-tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet"
Sometimes "co-co-co", sometimes "ree-ree-ree"
Always flying fast through the treetops and the sky
I love to hear them and see them fly.
Come in many different colors- black, gray, white, blue
But my favorite of all is the one wit a fiery hue

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Rain has such fun in April, it patters through the tress
Talking to all the leaf buds and robins that it sees
It splashes through the puddles and skips along the walks.
Goes coasting down the grass blades and dandelions stalks.
It dips in all the flowers and when the clouds blow by
It paints the flower colors a rainbow in the sky.

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Simply sweet, swaying subtly to the steady breeze blowing by. Light against the sun, clustered together, off to the side rests a single dead one. Decorated with browns against the green and black and white against the milky pink. Perfectly imperfect. Petals yet to drop, buds yet to bloom, all will be full soon.

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Poem:
Flying through the wind, is a creature that views the sky.
With feathers of different colors and patterns, and chirp of different noises and cry a beautiful song which they all join along

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Tall, big with green leaves
swaying has the wind blows
home to many
with roots that run through the dirt.

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Over there almost out of my near-sighted eyes, there lies it seems, a forsaken fellow. Doomed to hide with all its whiskers
behind the leaves of another. And how his tails droop with sadness,
oh wait, t'is just gravity
bound to the home of his rooted feet, he looks as if needing a homecooked meal
but ah, he is missing a mouth.
What a shame it must be, to be hidden 'neath a tree,
with no soup and none but your whiskers for company.

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Out on the ground,
Long grasses there,
The sun is burning high in the sky,
''Cicada! Cicada!" screaming kids,
Wind is blowing the grass and leaves,
The cars are moving on the road,
Making  us feel that life's still on
The shed of the trees
Cools us from the

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nature comes in all colers true like paint but nature comes in all shapes like hexagons and squares nature's beauty is effervecest like all summer days

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You are the ones that give syrup to our pancakes

You are the ones that symbolizing the changing of the seasons

You are the ones that don’t love but give love to the loving ones

You are the ones that provide shelter in a shower of rain

You are the ancient ones telling stories as time goes

Oh tree, how greatly the world appreciates you

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A ripple in the atmosphere
swivels in the grass
swivels in the leaves
swifter than an eagle
strong enough to pull out children of the soil
yet gentle enough to put rhythm in a kite
mysterious indeed
tis the child of an imbalance
swaying, swarming, sweltering
certainly a fuel for goosebumps
the swiftest, the most versatile, the royal
as invisible as air itself, truly
more majestic than the rainfall
perhaps disappearing within seconds, minutes, hours, nor maybe not even for days
a vast bewilderment it is
the mighty ____

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The tree outside is green
the grass is green
everything outside has color
and color makes it special shall everything is good in
color

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The trees are trembling with fear,

I can see them shaking,

But there is nothing I can hear,

They wonder why no one is out,

I see them shaking,

And I thought I saw one of them pout.

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I shall never see anyting as lovly as tree The tree whos mouth is prest A message of peace and rest. I would like to have a garden with a tree in the lawn to the birds that live their would wake me up at dawn Let a tree thrive it will keep you alive.

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With a crown of yellow
And a hose of green
Beside the river
Beneath the tree
As they flutter and dance
In the gentle breeze

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As red as the sun on the evening sky,
With spirits full of grace,
As pretty as ever,
In any shade possible,
But can pierce your fingers,
Ever so fierce,
So be careful little victim,
As who knows what your up to.

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The brown mold is the structure of the being

Lives day and night as a statue that people are always seeing

I always wondered how it stood so still

It has no dreams like us of walking through the hills

Wind is the only thing that must make them smile

But at least the leaves have fun one in a while

Although when fall comes the leaves enter a new home

Where freedom is everywhere but sometimes it can be cold

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It's blossoming greets me with a sense of friendliness, it's warm shade like the sun's rays. Everyone of it's kind appears the same at first, but then overtime it defines it's self, entering a new world of competition, some more attractive than others. As you admire it's stunning appearance, the morning dew on it's leaves, and the buzzing of the bees who thrive from it, you think how the light it brings is a gift from the world.

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You
You are the
Living remains of our ancestors
As I see the cicadas along with
Me, I see the sun
Along with me,
Too.

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Warm summer breeze, blue jays and robins

Grass that is green as an emerald

Flowers, trees, and bushes

Bunnies and rabbits

The wonders of nature

spring , summer, autumn, and winter

The four seasons,

in which nature changes and is reborn

Nature raises us, we raise nature.

We learn from nature, nature learns from us

Nature saves us and we save nature

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The wind, like life
can be tranquil at times

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The birds and the bees are dwarfed by the trees. The trees who's arms swing around in the breeze. And the leaves are green like the grass in the spring while the roots go down like a vole in a hole.-Shrikar

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A flurry of green
rounded like the planet it lives on
but it stands in solitude
no company to meet.
As the world evolved day by day
that little flurry of green
just stood there waiting for a day,
that day where another lonesome seed
would flutter through the air
and land right next to thee.

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A flourish of green sitting lonely
Nobody around telling it to act
Living in a paradise with a war around
two-legged creatures cutting their limbs
and its friends too.
only to realize this paradise is not one at all.
Artificial perfection just wants to appease.

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Air, trees, lives they bring,
the sweet song every bird sings,
a green nature they are to us,
sweet air they give without a fuss,
love and care they will always need,
how lovely they grow from a seed.
The sadness of them passing away,
have a green thumb is what I must say,
cutting the trees is the end of green,
and the worlds pleasure will never be seen,
save those trees to live happily,
and a new beauty on Earth you will see.