Poetry Challenge
Day Four
Our Own World
The grass is green
The sky is blue
The river rushes through
The breeze is light
The sun is warm
The ground holds morning dew
The clouds pass by
The trees reach out
The birds sing loud and true
The flowers bloom
The day is bright
And everything is new
I’m this beautiful world of ours
Are treasures every day
Sprouting from
The Creating One
Ending all decay
This perfect, gentle world of ours
Shines bright the summer sun
& leaves us all to hope this world
Will never be undone
How wonderful is this world of ours
That lets us run and play
Where light doesn’t have to wait
Until the break of day
This world of ours is radiant
It breathes life to all within
The symphonies of every voice
Being carried by the wind
So welcome to this world of ours
The door is open wide
And all who dare to find it
Will discover what’s inside
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