Oxygen
Blank, white, still Earth
The silence is deafening.
Smell of happiness in bloom
Songs of the beginning of warmth.
Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air
Stress is gone, school is out.
Crisp air, bright and earthly colors
Leaves on the ground, school is in sound.
Back to back cycle of 4 seasons,
In this beautiful place we call Earth.
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