Staring into an ominous sky,
Rain descending from the heavens.
Virtuously heaving itself towards earth.
Earth’s kindred spirit, the rebirth.
Water sits stagnant in masses.
Languidly filtering into the earth,
Roots striving for water, like an
Infant consuming thy mothers milk.
Trees, our mothers priceless resource,
Composing oxygen like a symphony,
Whilst painting a scenery,
Of an incandescent greenery.
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Submission Name: Ominous Sky
