Life
Personally
The sky is clear blue
When the rain comes it changes
To a gloomy mood
Love
Rose is beuatiful
But with its thorns, it cause pain
You will be injured
Dream
How cruel it would be
to stop a blooming crous
from living its spring
Bullies
A prey can be a
predator, a predator
can be a weak prey
Rumors
Forest fire spreads
So quickly, it wouldn't stop
Even if you try
Problem
Polluting is bad
The more you pollute nature
The more it comes back
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