The Purest Form Of Earth Poem by sejal aggarwal

The Purest Form Of Earth



When I think about,
The Earth where I come without a doubt.
I think I make people amuse.
My water for their purposes they can use.

I am the rain,
With whom you can gain
Prosperity and happiness,
I am the soul of kindness.

Even today you like to see me,
Without a cost; this happiness is free.

Sunday, June 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature love
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