Earth

 When the sun shines a little bright

To dry her tears,

When the rain comes pouring down

To make her smile,

When her mom brings flowers from the garden

To decorate her room,

When he bought a plant

And they excitedly watched it grow,

When we snuggle in closer

At the sound of thunder approaching,

When we shared a kiss

Under the awaiting starry sky,

When the birds sing 

To remind her of a fresh beginning,

When she visit the waves

And it washes over her heavy heart,

When the colours of the sunset

Wipes away the blue looming over her,

When her diary is full of dried flowers

That were once a gift of love and affection,

With so many memories intertwined with nature,

She can't help thinking

The earth is a lover.


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