The Living World
Mountains stand tall,Turned grey with ageBut keep white party hats still. Forests fill the world with green.Then, they blush red,As Winter wraps them in white. Veins pump water round the world.Water merges to form poolsBut always returns to the heart. Grassland refuses to cut her hair,But horned, tall and striped dwellersEnjoy mowing it down. Volcanoes … Read more