Earth Poems

Earth Poems

Poems for Earth Day

The earth is the only planet in our solar system that humanity can comfortably inhabit. The earth is a paradise for the creatures that live on it. Every species on earth has its place in the circle of life. Human beings need food, clothing, shelter to survive. All of these are provided in ample supply on earth. It is an unfortunate fact the we have not taken good care of the land that has been placed in our guardianship. Hopefully, it is not too late.

26 Poems about Earth and the Environment

  1. 1. My Loyal Friend

    I wrote this poem about a big, old tree that stands outside my window that I love.

    A Lovely Old Tree Outside My Window

    Outside my bedroom window
    Stands an old majestic tree.
    She's been standing there for decades,
    Just as proud as she can be.

    And every morning when I wake,
    She's the first thing I see.
    This lovely constant in my life,
    So magnificent and free.

    I can see the early, rising sun
    Peeking through her lush green leaves.
    I can hear her moving gently,
    In the summer's warming breeze.

    She has a personality
    That she wants the world to see.
    And her moods are ever changing
    Behind her silent dignity.

    She responds to every season,
    In her own unfettered way.
    All we have to do is gaze at her
    To know what season's on its way.

    In the Spring she comes alive again,
    As her leaves begin to bloom.
    And beneath the sun's attention,
    You can almost see her swoon.

    And in the heat of the summertime,
    When her joy is magnified.
    She has never looked more beautiful,
    All "decked out to the nines."

    And when the Fall comes creeping in,
    And a chill floats on the breeze,
    She prefers to don more earthy tones,
    And does just what she please.

    But when the Winter's looming large,
    It's impossible to hide
    As her barren limbs droop soulfully.
    They betray her grief inside.

    She's stood by me through all my days.
    She's watched me laugh and cry.
    She's listened so intently
    While I've pondered on my life.

    And when I see her dank and weary,
    I will sit with her sometimes.
    And all the years we've shared together
    Will come rushing back to mind.

    But both of us are strong and true.
    We've become the closest friends,
    And we will weather every storm
    Together till the end.

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  3. 2. Music

    Bessie Rayner Parkes lived from 1829-1925. She was an English feminist who became an editor of the Britain's first feminist magazine. This poem showcases how nature creates a concert for anyone who stops to listen.

    Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres
    Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound,
    A harmony whereof the earth's green hills
    Give but the faintest echo; yet is there
    A music everywhere, and concert sweet!
    All birds which sing amidst the forest deep
    Till the flowers listen with unfolded bells;
    All winds that murmur over summer grass,
    Or curl the waves upon the pebbly shore;
    Chiefly all earnest human voices rais'd
    In charity and for the cause of truth,
    Mingle together in one sacred chord,
    And float, a grateful incense, up to God.

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  5. 3. Seasons

    • By Michaela
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    I'm Michaela George, and I am 12 years old. I enjoy writing songs, stories, and poems. This particular poem is one I am using in an assignment for school. It's about seasons and how everything changes so rapidly.

    Poem About Changing Seasons

    Winter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow,
    When rain falls down and nothing ever grows.
    For children, it's the snow that they desire
    And cups of cocoa in front of the fire.

    When winter's gone, the grass grows green again.
    Roses and tulips sprout with bright green stems.
    The bees are buzzing, the birds are singing.
    Sheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing.

    And then the sun starts to shine too brightly.
    It's so hot that fans are put on nightly,
    And so then it's off to the beach or pools
    Where people swim about just to keep cool.

    All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brown,
    And when on the ground make a crackly sound.
    In autumn a lot of money you make
    From clearing backyards of leaves with a rake.

    Each season has its own goods and its bads,
    But since they are all different I am glad!

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  6. 4. Can Earth Be Earth?

    • By Garvit
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    A free verse poem that uses imagery to paint a picture of a planet without life because we have finally destroyed our Earth.

    Our Planet Without Life

    Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
    And sudsy waters have become unfit,
    And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
    With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
    Will trees no longer wave, with limbs unfurled,
    On hapless earth, that ever in orbit roams?
    Will human ego sacrifice the world
    To satiate its lust for pompous homes?
    Will distant space look down on orb that's bald.
    I now can hear the mother say,
    "I was once called Earth.
    But now, bereft of mirth, I weep.
    That treeless orb's no longer Earth."

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  7. 5. The Spell Of The Yukon

    In 1904 while working for a Canadian bank, Robert Service was transferred to Whitehorse, a small town in the Yukon, a northern Canadian Province bordering Alaska known for its extreme cold. During the Yukon Gold Rush of 1896-1899 the town had served as a campground for some of the more than 100,000 prospectors who flooded the Yukon searching for gold. Service took part in the town's social life including reciting poetry. Eventually he started composing his own poems, many of which were narrative poems about the great gold rush. "The Spell Of The Yukon" was published in Service's first book of poetry, "Songs of a Sourdough" in 1907.

    I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
    I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
    Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
    I hurled my youth into a grave.
    I wanted the gold, and I got it— 
    Came out with a fortune last fall,—
    Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
    And somehow the gold isn’t all.

    No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
    It’s the cussedest land that I know,
    From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
    To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
    Some say God was tired when He made it;
    Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
    Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
    For no land on earth—and I’m one.

    You come to get rich (damned good reason);
    You feel like an exile at first;
    You hate it like hell for a season,
    And then you are worse than the worst.
    It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
    It twists you from foe to a friend;
    It seems it’s been since the beginning;
    It seems it will be to the end.

    I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
    That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
    I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
    In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
    Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
    And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
    And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
    With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

    The summer—no sweeter was ever;
    The sunshiny woods all athrill;
    The grayling aleap in the river,
    The bighorn asleep on the hill.
    The strong life that never knows harness;
    The wilds where the caribou call;
    The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
    O God! how I’m stuck on it all.

    The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
    The white land locked tight as a drum,
    The cold fear that follows and finds you,
    The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
    The snows that are older than history,
    The woods where the weird shadows slant;
    The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
    I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t.

    There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
    And the rivers all run God knows where;
    There are lives that are erring and aimless,
    And deaths that just hang by a hair;
    There are hardships that nobody reckons;
    There are valleys unpeopled and still;
    There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
    And I want to go back—and I will.

    They’re making my money diminish;
    I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
    Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish
    I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
    I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
    It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before;
    And it’s better than this by a damsite—
    So me for the Yukon once more.

    There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
    It’s luring me on as of old;
    Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
    So much as just finding the gold.
    It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
    It’s the forests where silence has lease;
    It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
    It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

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  8. 6. Pray To What Earth

    Henry David Thoreau was an American author, poet, and historian who lived from 1817-1862. Some of his works are about living simply among the surroundings of nature, which can be felt in this piece. Thoreau personifies the moon in this poem by giving “her” human characteristics.

    Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
    Which asks no duties and no conscience?
    The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path
    In some far summer stratum of the sky,
    While stars with their cold shine bedot her way.
    The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky,
    And far and near upon the leafless shrubs
    The snow dust still emits a silver light.
    Under the hedge, where drift banks are their screen,
    The titmice now pursue their downy dreams,
    As often in the sweltering summer nights
    The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup,
    When evening overtakes him with his load.
    By the brooksides, in the still, genial night,
    The more adventurous wanderer may hear
    The crystals shoot and form, and winter slow
    Increase his rule by gentlest summer means

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  9. 7. Hurricane Isabella

    • By Amy Aird
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013

    I was in the Air Force at the time, stationed at Langley AF Base. A large group of us were sent to Blacksmith, VA, an Army base, to stay clear of the impending hurricane. I am originally from the mid-west and have never been in that kind of weather, so I was a nervous wreck the whole time. During the storm that night, while others slept or watched movies on portable DVD players, I was so scared and the only thing that brought me comfort was to write about it. It took me 1 week to finish it.

    I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
    She came with warning but could not be tamed.
    We packed our things and stored them tight,
    And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
    "You will be out of harm's way," the Colonel told us. "Free from the fight."

    But she followed us and now we are in her way.
    All night she screams, "My name is Isabella and I've come to play!"
    Her winds rattle the windows and shake our nerves.
    The rain seeps through the cracks of the barracks we serve.
    She keeps herself busy and at a steady pace.
    Sounds like a freight train winning the race.

    All through the night and into the early morning,
    She kicked up her heals, laughing and roaring!
    When the daylight came and the blue skies were calm,
    We could only imagine the damage she had done.
    It was far worse than what we had thought.

    Age old trees that once reached to the sky,
    Scattered the ground like tombstones, no longer alive.
    Uprooted, twisted and mangled,
    They crashed through houses and left power lines tangled.

    Piles of debris littered the streets,
    Trapping the flood waters up to our knees.
    It covered the ground throughout this town.
    Bits of valuables were later found.

    But valuables can be replaced and homes can be repaired.
    No one was hurt that day in the shelter we shared.
    It could have been worse; we were luckier than some.
    Some lost loved ones in the destruction she had done.

    We go about our lives now, picking up the pieces,
    Trying to make sense of the madness and all that it seizes.
    Most are without power, their food supply goes sour,
    As the day turns to blackness with each passing hour.

    But throughout all the chaos brought strangers together.
    Despite their own frustration came a need to take care of each other.
    By helping one another with necessities we lack,
    We see in each other one purpose, one path.

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  10. 8. Do You Dare?

    We always regret when something has been lost, when we no longer have what we took for granted. We don't stop to consider what our acts will have on our home. We take it all with a pinch of salt. We abuse and use, we spit out and spit on, we are cruel and greedy, we are blinded by our own needs. Things must change. We can change. Let's hit the pause button and take a breath, look, listen, and see. We are capable of such horror and yet we are capable of such beauty.

    Making The World A Better Place

    A world of peace, a world of hope.
    Not full of violence, crime and dope.

    I want all that's bad to be stopped in its tracks.
    I want all that's good and filled with all that it lacks.

    I need this world to become quiet and calm.
    I need all the innocent kept safe from harm.

    I pray that the day will soon be here.
    I pray all will be protected, all we hold dear.

    No more starving, illness or war.
    Let's step on through, open the door,

    To a fresh beginning, a place of joy,
    A wish for every girl and every boy.

    May the earth heal and feel safe once more.
    May it start afresh and forget all the horror and the gore.

    Let it begin, step by step, let the change commence.
    Let's wake up and use our common sense.

    Mother Earth is in pain and struggles each day.
    Let's all start to help her heal, take the hurt away.

    I wish my dreams would come true,
    That we can start to save this world, make it good, for me and for you.

    Let us learn from all our mess,
    Show more care and kindness.

    To show respect for all living things,
    To be grateful for what all this earth brings.

    There is beauty under all the bad.
    There is joy under all that's sad.

    We need to find that space, that key!
    We need to act now, open our eyes and see.

    We have but one home, a land for all,
    For each living thing that flies, walks and crawls.

    We have to learn to share, to care.
    It's time to stop the horror, come on, do you dare?

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  11. 9. Make It Green

    • By Mrs. Avani Desai
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

    There is a competition in my son's school for poetry reciting. The topic is "Save Our Mother Earth." I did not have any poem, and my internet was not working, so I started writing this poem, and the result is what you are reading.

    Poem About Saving Earth

    Lives are crying because it's not clean.
    Earth is dying because it's not green...

    Earth is our dear Mother; don't pollute it.
    She gives us food and shelter; just salute it...

    With Global Warming, it's in danger.
    Let's save it by becoming a strong ranger...

    With dying trees and animals, it's in sorrow.
    Make green today and green tomorrow...

    With melting snow, one day it will sink.
    How can we save it? Just think...

    Trees are precious, preserve them.
    Water is a treasure, reserve it...

    Grow more trees; make Mother Earth green.
    Reduce pollution and make her a Queen...

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  12. 10. Who Has Seen The Wind?

    This poem is based on the poem "Who Has Seen the Wind?" by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) published in The Golden Book of Poetry (1947). I can't see the wind, but I sure can feel it.

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither you nor I.
    You see now, it's invisible
    to the naked eye.

    Who has seen the wind?
    It hides but shows it's there.
    Seek guidance from the sky,
    and watch the clouds pass by.

    Take a look up at the tree tops
    and see the leaves, they flow.
    Look down at the grass blades,
    and watch them as they go.

    Who has seen the wind?
    I feel it on my face.
    It blows around and sometimes
    leaves a messy trace.

    Who has seen the wind?
    What of it lies within?
    Who can show that it is there?
    Just look around; it proves it's there.

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  13. 11. Why, Mankind, Why?

    • By Christopher Ndubuisi
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    Christopher Ndubuisi is an environmental enthusiast and a climate change technical officer in a public authority.
    I believe our war against climate change has to be waged from several sectors; technically, religiously, educationally, poetically...just to mention a few.
    I like to send my message to people in different ways for them to appreciate the war we are waging...the war against environmental insanity!
    Christopher Ndubuisi,
    Climate Change Technical Officer,
    Peterborough City Council

    Protect The Beauty Of Mother Earth

    Mankind! Long before your birth,
    alluring was the beauty of Mother Earth.
    She bore living things of all kinds...plants and insects, animals and birds.
    All, an exotic reflection of her biodiversity,
    A diversity you have chosen to destroy!
    Why...Mankind...Why?

    Mankind! Onto the face of the earth you strolled in,
    bringing up the rear in all her children.
    You were meant to be the pride of all creation,
    but you chose to be the bane of life by bringing destruction.
    Why...Mankind...why?

    Mankind! To all life, Mother Earth has been so kind!
    Like the mother hen she nurtured her little chicks with affection,
    as she toiled to provide food season after season with dedication.
    Even to you Mankind, she gave the best in proportion
    Only to be sentenced by your actions in damnation!
    Why...Mankind...Why?

    Mankind! You were created to walk but you chose to walk and fly!
    If only you flew like a bird, it might just have been perfect.
    But No! You fly in all sorts exuding all sorts.
    Now Mother Earth is filled with all sorts because you choose to ride in all sorts.
    Why...Mankind...why?

    Mankind! You have an insatiable desire to acquire.
    You plunder the earth with impunity,
    Oil, coal and iron you chase in disunity,
    fighting even your own kind for control and quantity
    just to live a life of environmental insanity!
    Why...Mankind...why?

    Mankind! Perhaps you have forgotten so soon!
    The La Nina drought of 2000, the heat wave in Europe in 2003,
    the tragedy of the cyclone in Myanmar in 2008, the constant melting of polar ice caps,
    all a consequence of your actions and inactions!
    You leave the problems for tomorrow's generation
    running away for your present tribulation.
    Why...Mankind...Why?

    Mankind! When will you repent of your evil ways?
    When will you stop biting the hands that have fed you?
    When will you love mother earth like she loves you...?
    And stop writing her dirge with your actions?
    Mother earth looks upon you with her painful eyes
    Sobbing and asking you why...
    Why...Mankind...why?

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  14. 12. Who Has Seen The Wind?

    Until the age of nine, Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) spent time at her grandfather’s cottage in Holmer Green. In 1839, he sold the property and moved to London. During these visits to Holmer Green, Christina had the freedom to wander around the property and fall in love with nature. The natural world seeped into the poetry she went on to write.

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither I nor you:
    But when the leaves hang trembling,
    The wind is passing through.

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither you nor I:
    But when the trees bow down their heads,
    The wind is passing by.

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  15. 13. Between Earth And Sky

    I wrote this poem as I feel I'm always searching for something more, and just being in nature has such a calming effect.

    Nature Is Healing

    Between earth and sky
    Cities rise, old ways die
    People wander, searching far
    Wishing upon every star

    Under sea and sun
    Dolphins swim, people run
    Sailing far, sailing wide
    A place to be free, a place to hide

    Beneath star and moon
    Secrets keep, romances bloom
    The nightly song a serenade
    A kiss, a touch, a promise made

    Through valley and under hill
    People roam, seeking still
    Not knowing what they'll find
    But needing to leave their life behind

    One day when things get too much
    You'll drop everything, your technology crutch
    You'll pack a bag and leave your home
    Head to nature and gladly roam

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  16. 14. A World Without Rain

    • By Elijah O
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

    I wrote this poem to show people that they should be thankful for what you have.

    Poem About Rain

    In a world without rain,
    all the grass turned brown,
    trees cracked and burned,
    clouds disappeared,
    and the birds flew away.
    In a world without rain,
    Spring turned to Fall,
    night became day,
    the sun was a ruthless giver of heat,
    mountains crumbled,
    and the land swallowed the sea.

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  17. 15. The Third Planet

    • By Naqiya H. Shehabi
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016

    We tend to overlook what our Mother Earth has to give us. This is a poem appreciating it

    Poem About Earth's Natural Beauty

    When you see the green mountains,
    And feel the lush valleys,
    Know that they're all yours.
    Cherish them; the more you will,
    The more you'll be thankful,
    For the time you spent between them.

    As you look over the blue waters of the ocean,
    Remember to smile.
    Look out for the fish swimming.
    Embrace this beauty,
    See it all,
    For all it is ours and ours only.

    When you look upon the shining stars,
    Be eager to know how they were made.
    Learn about space and time.
    Treasure the grace of the burning orbs,
    And then create a connection,
    For they resemble your love.

    As you peer onto the grassy plains,
    Look out for the mighty lion.
    It has a better eye than you do
    And a roar mightier than you've ever heard.
    If your eyes ever get a chance,
    Glance toward the sky,
    For it shows what we've got.

    This is not all;
    The beauty on Earth is widespread.
    Learn to respect it,
    And it'll embrace you instead.

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  18. 16. The Tree

    • By Paul T. McMahon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018

    I work as a paramedic and like to be inspired by depth and meaning. More focus in society ought to occur around the importance of being creative and the unique gift of oneself that each of us has to offer. I wrote this poem about 17 years ago.

    Metaphor For The Cycle Of Life

    Once a tree spoke to me in words of color and grace.
    It said to exist it had to persist in its purpose to have its place.
    In hues of green it said it had seen many a year and season
    With interesting features like other creatures, which added branches of reason.
    Diversity flourishing, nature nourishing participants on life's stage.
    Constantly changing and rearranging turns the evolutionary page.
    Death and birth for mother earth, two sides of the same coin.
    Are lessons learned when the tree is burned? In front of the hearth they join
    To warm their feet in its radiant heat it protects and it shelters,
    And mother earth's womb feeds its seeds to once again shade when summer swelters.

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  19. 17. In The Solitude Of The Forest

    in the solitude of the forest
    let your heart hum

    earth will listen
    and understand

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  20. 18. Ode To An Alaskan Marsh

    • By Charles Hemmelgarn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2014

    This is an attempt to crystallize my memories of a small wetland south of Anchorage in which flourished many varieties of plants and animals living together in peace and harmony as God, the designer of all things, intended.

    Poem About The Beauty Of Alaska

    I know a place where the tall cotton grass blooms and blows,
    where the fireweed blazes and the nodding cattail grows
    a haven overgrown with ruddy cranberry and spongy moss
    emitting their tart scent the playful breeze does toss.

    The humble bog berry and the crimson colored rose hip
    rapidly ripening before season's temperatures do dip
    arching over this burgeoning scene a pale blue sky
    giving sweet pleasure to faces of each passerby.

    There raises up the graceful neck of the gander goose
    dominating its domain except for the lordly moose
    browsing languidly for succulent roots and fiber stalks
    quite indifferent to deadlines and clocks.

    The silvery salmon shimmers in many limpid pools
    gathering together in their wavy little schools
    while the sharp winged arctic teal swoops and darts aloft
    in the air so clear and the shadows so soft.

    At dusk the sun gathers streamers of exquisite shade
    a master artist assigns each delicate hue to be made.
    Some darkening pink suffused with papaya yellow
    spreading glowing embers of light over the marsh so mellow

    The grand maker, God in the Bible, has stated
    that for his love for mankind he has created
    through his invisible qualities of majesty and power
    are seen by the things made from sunsets to flowers.

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  21. 19. Life The Way It Should Be

    • By Taylor Jordao
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013

    My good friend Katie inspired me to write this when she started working with Maya Angelou. My teacher, Mrs. Coulter, also helped with revising, as did my best friend, Mike.

    Tell me what do you see
    Purple, green, and gold,
    Mountain peaks that touch the sky
    Little black birds flying by

    Sun setting in the west
    Flowers in the east,
    Calm, relaxing breeze
    And forests filled with trees

    Tell me what do you see
    The sky starts to fade as night approaches
    Animals will soon come out
    The spring is ending without a doubt

    Fall is coming near
    Cold weather's on its way,
    Flowers start to die
    Birds go south, bye bye.

    Tell me what do you see
    Happiness, love, and beauty,
    Everyone is free
    Life the way it should be.

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  22. 20. The Nature's Power

    • By Keira
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012

    When nature opens its arms for people to see its power, it often will be either a good sight or a bad sight. Either way, both sides are beautiful in their own ways. When the earth combines its power with its weakness, it sets off a gorgeous perfume in the air. The world and its nature are both very fragile things by themselves and in their own ways.

    Nature's gifts are all around,
    Yellow, green, red and brown,
    Mirrored water that reflects my frown,
    Butterflies flying in the dusky dawn,
    Orchids blooming in the early morn,
    Insects scuffling around the bush,
    Dams that provide water to give nature a push,
    Australia provides a life for all,
    For flowers and creatures big or small.

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