Poem

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The earth is my go to place

I feel at ease in that dirty space

I can touch it and know it is real

Rubbing my fingers through it as I feel.

Something about the beams from the sun

Makes me feel so purposeful and needed,some

I can make whatever I wish,

Whatever I plant I can eat on my dish

It is rewarding and so special to me

The things that my hands make to be

Earth, sun, and a heart that can create

This earth can surely be great.

MwsR >3