Sunday, October 23, 2011

Eleventh Grade - Nature Poem

Life
The vicious cycle takes way,
the predator hunts the prey.
The blossom of a flower
lasts only but an hour.
The vicious cycle takes way,
occurring every single day.
The farmer harvests Earth,
while the cow is giving birth.
The vicious cycle takes way,
there is nothing left to say.
When all is said and done,
the prey will surely run.

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