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April 30, 2017
It cannot be seen,
surrounding you day and night,
you breathe in and out.
It flows hot or cold,
through every crevice and crack,
or down your body.
It can warm you up,
easily out of control,
Should not be played with.
It’s where you grow plants,
made up of land and water,
a place we call home.
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This poem is inspired by the changing seasons that was all fave through. Each season has it own category that essentially expands on the issues we exprience each time.