The weather, oh the weather,
Ever-changing and forever,
A symphony of elements,
Dancing with the winds and currents.
In spring, the raindrops fall,
Refreshing earth with life and all,
Petals bloom, birds sing,
Nature comes alive, everything.
Summer brings a fiery sun,
Hot and bright, the day's begun,
Beaches filled with laughter and fun,
Golden fields basked in the sun.
Autumn paints the world in gold,
Crisp breeze, leaves to behold,
The trees with hues so bold,
A season of change, a sight to behold.
Winter comes with snow and chill,
The air so crisp, so still,
Icy winds howl and thrill,
A time for warmth and fireside thrill.
The weather, oh the weather,
A thing of wonder, a thing of pleasure,
A constant reminder of nature's power,
A thing to cherish, every hour.
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Duality Of The Soul
In the heart of every soul, There lies a duality, A dance between light and dark, A constant battle for morality. Two sides of the same coin, Inextricably linked, A delicate balance to maintain, To keep the soul from being extinct. The light shines bright and warm, A beacon of hope and love, Guiding us to the right path, A force from up above. Yet darkness lurks within, A shadow that can't be ignored, Whispering tempting thoughts, A devilish, seductive allure. The two sides clash and fight, A never-ending war, A tug of war between good and evil, A battle for the soul's core. But perhaps there is a middle ground, A place where both can coexist, A balance of light and dark, A harmony that can't be missed. For in the end, duality is not a curse, But a gift to be treasured and embraced, A reminder that in this world, Nothing is truly one-dimensional or based.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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