41. Mother Earth
This is a wonderful world, and it's true.
It's for us, the trees, and animals, too.
Mother Earth provides us with what we need,
This is a wonderful world, and it's true.
It's for us, the trees, and animals, too.
Mother Earth provides us with what we need,
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The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
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I'm a stunning display of black and white,
Contrasting stripes to captivate sight.
My mane stands up straight and proud.
Emerges above the land into their peak.
It is the sky they constantly seek.
From the far distance, we won't notice their height.
The clouds above are gray and dark.
With sound of thunder, lighten spark.
Rain that falls to earthly ground.
One of four siblings,
the youngest of course.
Or am I the oldest?
Not really sure.

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The tree outside stands straight and tall
And never can lie down at all;
For if it once should take a rest,
I fear for each small swinging nest;
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I love these days when autumn leaves
Are falling everywhere around,
And I can tread among the sheaves,
And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.

A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination, but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in its rays while staring at a cricket.
You hear voices of nature in a rooster's call
As if saying, "Hey, wake up all."
You hear voices of nature in buzzing of bees
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Over in the meadow,
In the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother toad
And her little toadie one.
Hey, little stick bug
Clinging to a stem.
Where did you come from?
How did you land?

Creepy crawly in the night,
yes, the night - a bug's delight!
Whether quick or slow across the floor,
-please go away, do stay no more!
The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.

Across the night sky, way up high,
Burning like an oven but as small as a fly,
Mercury steals Apollo's light,
But only when it is at night.
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
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Birds all the sunny day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
Tent of the laurel.

I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
Sitting outside
Under a tree
Mud pies and water
Making memories