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The Everchanging Worlds

By: Rhea Agrawal


From Mother Nature we see,

Four different worlds with glee.


Crisp, icy air on a winter’s day,

With a snowstorm on its way.


The blooming buds that spring shall bring,

With the flapping of a robin’s wing.


The steaming summer sun hot on our backs,

As we forget all worries and try to relax.


Fall arrives with a pleasant breeze,

Blowing all the colored leaves.


Round and round the seasons change,

The transfer between two- another exchange.


Following years stay the same,

Until Mother Earth decides it is time for a new game.


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